*Spoilers ahead*
With one episode remaining in the first season of And Just Like That…, I’m coming to terms with the fact that watching this series feels like reconnecting with an ex only to realize that things are not quite the same. “And why should they be!?” My higher self asks in a voice not unlike Judge Judy’s. Things, as they always say, change. While reconnecting with an ex is historically a risky gamble in the bewildering florescent lit casino of life, this show sometimes makes me feel like Carrie receiving the breakup Post-It from Berger—confused and a little pissed.
I’ve listened to enough YouTube Meditations (with ads) to understand that we cannot expect any of the characters in our lives to remain frozen in time, but the way information is revealed on this show confuses me. It’s like there are Easter eggs blatantly planted for us to register as matters of significance, but no chic lavender wicker basket provided for our proverbial hunt. Not to be 100 percent drama, but I sometimes feel abandoned as audience member thinking, ‘Since When!?’ about the Sex and the City characters I once knew so well. For example, why is Steve, a successful New York City entrepreneur, unable to navigate a small local farmer’s market? Why was Stanford so incredibly rude to Gloria, Big’s secretary, about where to sit at Big’s funeral? Speaking of sitting, why did we have to watch Stanford’s chair be hit from the back repeatedly by a restaurant kitchen door during that one lunch scene? No one laughed… It didn’t add to the plot…It was never spoken of again…What was the reason!? *Cardi B Voice*
And finally—your honor (lol)—why do we keep hearing the term “comedy concert” used without even a whiff sarcasm from Carrie, our uber-perceptive, quick-witted, once reliable narrator and wordsmith?! I know she is 55 but come on…Of course Carrie Bradshaw knows it’s called a comedy show. While I clearly don’t dig the way information is revealed on this show, I, like a lot of you, am still watching it. Hell—I’m rooting for it. I want the best for all my exes. The original series means so much to those of us who knew there was something better outside of the small towns we escaped from to live in New York City. Besides, life’s too short to hold a grudge, if you haven’t heard.