Much to my excitement, I was recently informed that Candace Bushnell, author of Sex and the City and the real-life woman behind the much-loved Carrie Bradshaw, is in the process of writing a new set of novels about a young Carrie Bradshaw. As someone who has watched HBO’s Sex and the City since I was far too young to understand it, I’ve always found that even though much of the actual problems that Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda have faced were over my head, I would always learn something about life, love and fashion. I looked up to Carrie and wondered how she had become such an honest writer and style icon.

But my excitement for this new set of novels quickly faded as I began to wonder how they would affect the world of Sex and the City as we now know it. I realized that the novels weren’t what worried me; it’s the chance that they could be made into a new television series or film. It was also the fact that Candace Bushnell claimed to want Miley Cyrus to fill the stiletto shoes of Carrie Bradshaw. In my mind and heart, Carrie Bradshaw is Sarah Jessica Parker.

I began to worry that as an audience, the originality, quirkiness and general connection we had to the original cast would be swept aside to make way for yet another show based on glamour and self-centered teen rivalries. Now, don’t get me wrong; I never miss an episode of Gossip Girl, but for me, Sex and the City was so much more than beautiful people in expensive clothes surrounded by outrageous drama.

To me, Sex and the City was empowering. Every episode would leave me feeling better about being a woman. Even though I couldn’t afford the latest Zac Posen dress that Carrie might have been wearing, I would feel as though I could tackle real issues with class, style and grace. It helped me learn that “different” is beautiful, and no matter what you’re doing, you always have to stay true to yourself.

I’m afraid that if a new show about a young Carrie Bradshaw is created and they resort to using the recent popular teen dramas as a model, we’ll end up with a “Bradshaw boom” of teens who don’t recognize the value of self, work and friendship, and instead believe that happiness can be bought.

For society’s sake, I hope this isn’t the case. I hope that if a new television series does arise from these novels, it will attempt to create a new generation of girls who practice sisterhood, thoughtfulness and honesty, but can do it all in a brand-new pair of Manolo Blahniks.