‘And Just Like That…’ Has Done the Unthinkable

Also, Big dies from a Peloton-induced heart attack in the series premiere. In the season one finale, Carrie carries his ashes to Paris in a tiny rhinestone-encrusted Eiffel Tower-shaped handbag before scattering them into the Seine. The overall effect of the series is much like when I went to see the Cats revival on Broadway: ironic curiosity gave way to the feeling that I was on every drug at once gave way to genuine pleasure.





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When And Just Like That… premiered last year, it brought the core cast together twenty years after the events of the original Sex and the City series (minus Samatha, and I hope Kim Cattrall is off scatting to her heart’s content). The reboot attempts to modernize itself for the present day and atone for the sins of the original by addressing issues of racial and gender diversity, albeit often clumsily.

Even during my most recent rewatch of the original HBO series just a few months back, I all but had to stop myself from booing every time Aidan Shaw, Carrie Bradshaw’s former fiancé, appeared onscreen. This has nothing to do with the perfectly charming actor John Corbett, or even the perfectly charming fictional character Aidan. A folksy furniture maker, devoted dog owner, and turquoise jewelry-wearer (that one was all Corbett’s idea), Aidan was the quintessential good guy on paper and yet a terrible fit for Carrie. He judged her for her smoking and for having a massive shoe collection! He forced her into the great outdoors and stayed in to eat KFC on Saturday nights! God, Aidan sucked. Carrie sucked. And, to be clear, I was never Team Big, whom she cheated with and eventually married. In Sex and the City, as in life, you often gotta hear neither side.

Heraclitus once said, “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river and he is not the same man.” The ancient Greek philosopher was referring, of course, to the experience of rewatching Sex and the City at various times throughout your life.

However! And Just Like That… has changed me.

But I have never once wavered in my assessment of one character and one situation: under no circumstances would I ever be Team Aidan.

Whenever I’ve done that over the past two decades, I’ve gained a fresh perspective on a character or situation. As a teenager, I couldn’t understand what Miranda saw in Steve, the scrappy, streetwise bartender with a honking Queens accent and a heart of gold. By the time I Became a Woman™, I realized that all those qualities made Steve the hottest man on the show. In my younger years, I thought Charlotte was a stuffy and uptight traditionalist. When I grew older, I could see that she knew exactly what she wanted and that her friends were often kind of dicks to her. Miranda was a boring wet blanket in my teens, then a driven career woman in my 20s, then again boring in my 30s (also a former gubernatorial candidate and menswear icon).


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