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42 Thoughts I Had While Watching ‘And Just Like That…’ Season 3, Episode 8
I’ve been kind of complain-y about And Just Like That… this season, which is wild, because before it came out I would have traded almost anything for the ability to catch up with Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, Lisa, Seema, and whoever else they’ve managed to inveigle onto the show to relive the Sex and the City glory days. Nevertheless, we persist— Without further ado, please find (literally) every thought I had about Season 3, Episode 8 of And Just Like That… below:
- I really still do expect to see an episode of The Sopranos after HBO’s static sound plays, though that does not mean I’m taking sides in the girls vs. boys war.
- Why not purple? Exactly, Carrie.
- So Aidan’s…moving in? For real? Which I thought he already did?
- God, I can’t go through this whole “guy makes Carrie shed her couture” thing again.
- Oh, JK, he was pranking!
- “Why do you need notes? You’re perfect.” I want my editor to speak to me this way (hi, Marley!).
- Didn’t really need this balls-as-beanbag-chairs analogy from Harry.
- God, if my wife sprang visitors on me while I was recovering from surgery, I would be a lot madder than Harry seems to be.
- Lisa seems to be coping with her grief over the loss of her father by fantasizing about her ever-present editor Marion, to which I say: You could do worse!
- We don’t need to refer to flirting and working as “flirking.”
- I’m surprised that “all of us” flirt with the male art handlers at Charlotte’s gallery, since some of her gallerinas definitely read gay as hell.
- Ooh, a gallery girl with an art history degree! Likely thing for her to have.
- “A time pre-Lena Dunham, when women were not celebrated for being this messy.” Is this a direct reference to Meg Stalter’s “messy” speech in Too Much?
- Definitely not, given the two shows’ filming timelines, but still.
- So British of Joy to mark a major relationship milestone (leaving stuff at Miranda’s place) with gin.
- Miranda’s sober, though!!!
- Has Carrie ever bought groceries?
- So Aidan’s troubled son wants to live with his mom? That seems…okay, given that Aidan’s focus is clearly too much on Carrie when his son is with him.
- Actually, maybe that’s not true, but I’m sick of the son storyline.
- SEEMA AND THE LANDSCAPE ARTIST? SEX? AT LAST?
- Aw, I like their giggly postcoital vibe!
- What in God’s name is pink seltzer?
- Okay, I googled it and the first thing that comes up is a Smirnoff product, which I have to assume a child is not drinking?
- Whatever.
- I fully believe that Aidan moved in with solely tube socks to his name.
- Calling the douchey neighbor “Duncan Donuts” isn’t as charming as Aidan seems to think it is, I fear.
- Rock crystal as deodorant? Oh, Seema, run the hell out of this date.
- Okay, she doesn’t need my encouragement.
- Did Aidan just refer to a man as a “cat”?
- What year is it?
- Miranda! You cannot drink!
- I don’t care if you coin cutesy terms like “alcohol-ish”!
- Babe, lesbianism does not cure alcoholism.
- Hearing Victor Garber say “TikTok” has fixed all my problems.
- Hey, it’s Patti LuPone again!
- “Anthony” sounds really good in an Italian accent.
- I really am always terrified of falling into the art at any given museum or gallery, so Charlotte is kind of living my nightmare right now.
- And with condoms stuck to her, no less!
- I’m stressed for LTW’s marriage.
- I badly need to watch Bi Bingo.
- Now I’m stressed for Miranda’s sobriety, too…
- Oop, we’re back on Carrie’s bad fiction.
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