'And Just Like That' Is Back - Phone Sex and All
“Here it comes. Here it comes. Here it f*cking comes.”
In 1998, Carrie Bradshaw declared the end of love of Manhattan. “Welcome to the age of un-innocence,” she told us.
“No one has breakfast at Tiffany’s and no one has affairs to remember. Instead, we have breakfast at 7am and affairs we try to forget as quickly as possible. Self-protection and closing the deal are paramount. Cupid has flown the co-op.”
27 years later, much has changed for Carrie and her beloved Manhattan. The hair. The cigarettes. The apartment. The friend group. The job. The outlook. The relationship status. Okay, maybe everything has changed — or nearly everything. But one thing remains: She’s Carrie Bradshaw, our Carrie Bradshaw, and something quite magical happens when she appears back on our screens. Call it zsa zsa zsu, perhaps.
As such, I can’t claim to understand my feelings when watching the newest season of And Just Like That, a show that manages to make me feel like I both took a bunch of LSD and that I’ve been placed on a psychiatric hold while also eliciting the kind of intense reactions that feel akin to Timothée Chalamet at a Knicks game. I often struggle to understand my feelings for this show and the universe it occupies. Puzzled. Intrigued. Frightened, even. That’s the thing about AJLT: You can’t question it; you kinda just have to let it do its thing. Kinda like Gerard Butler’s performance in Phantom of the Opera.
“I’ve got a question about AJLT,” my friend and Drop Your Buffs co-host Sean texted me last night (I roped him into recapping the show on our Survivor-themed podcast, because of course I did). “What are we doing here?”
I hastily responded: Living. Laughing. Loving.
“Yes, it's frivolous — even more so in season three. Yes, these women live in an alternate universe. So what?”
That was Richard Lawson’s Vanity Fair review, which concluded by stating:
“Dumb me, I’ll follow And Just Like That into oblivion.”
And I’ll be there right beside him — even as the opening moments transition needle drops from Yazoo’s “Only You” (forever burned in my brain from Can’t Hardly Wait) to Chappell Roan’s “Hot To Go.” Sure, why not!
So with that table setting, let’s get into Season 3 and where we find our girls, our gays, the kitty and a very horny Aiden Shaw.