Another day, another episode of And Just Like That… that doesn’t exactly blow my mind, but somehow still hits the spot. This week, Carrie and Miranda are roommates, which goes about as well as you’d expect; plus, we finally get some traction when it comes to Seema’s love life—and maybe Carrie’s? JK, she’s still with Aidan, but there are definitely some sparks flying between her and her cranky British neighbor.
Below, find (literally) every thought I had about the fifth episode of And Just Like That…’s third season:
- More of Carrie’s fiction, right from the jump?
- What in the Gilded Age fuck is this novel?
- Oh, hell yeah, a Carrie Bradshaw’s-heels-clacking-on-the-floor montage.
- Her downstairs neighbor does not look happy, and I get it.
- He is hot, though!
- In an angry sort of way!
- Ey, she’s walkin’ heah!
- This is Zohran Mamdani’s New York now, baby! Why are neighbors fighting neighbors?
- Then again, Carrie’s neighborhood most definitely went for Cuomo.
- God, seeing Seema after watching Sarita Choudhury in Mississippi Masala this week has me all giggly.
- She still looks exactly that good. Drop the skincare routine, Sarita!
- “According to Goodreads, he has writers’ block.” Since when does Goodreads have actually substantive information about authors’ lives, and not just comments that hurt my feelings?
- I would be a lot more sympathetic toward Carrie and Miranda’s New York neighbor woes if my neighbor in LA weren’t…the Scientology Center.
- Yes, the big, blue, creepy building.
- No, they haven’t tried to recruit me (yet), maybe because I always let my dog pee on their lawn.
- Charlotte’s dog purse is everything.
- Oh no, if we find out Harry has cancer right now I’m going to freak out.
- Oh my God, he has prostate cancer!
- Can anyone on this damn show be happy?
- Wow, did not know Nelson Mandela had prostate cancer.
- If Lisa’s plotline this week is about her search for a film editor again, I swear…
- Oh, nice, her family is “glamping with the Goldenblatts.”
- Is Carrie gathering eggs? Man, her time on the farm in Virginia really changed her.
- Oh no, she’s just bringing a welcome basket to her hot, angry neighbor (who smokes a pipe?).
- Bro, IDK who you think you are, but nobody gives Carrie Bradshaw flats, let alone slippers.
- Forgetting that you’re vegan is very real, Rock.
- Honestly, why would anyone take their two teens on a glamping trip?
- LOL at Lily having to split up time with her “polyamorous, polysexual boyfriend”’s boyfriend.
- Oh, wow, Miranda was just very much threatened with a meat cleaver by her neighbor.
- Aw, Carrie-Miranda sleepover!
- Wait, they were roommates in the ’90s?
- On Bank Street, no less?
- Aw, did Aidan get Carrie that ugly dining room table she liked?
- This is a fairly swoony move for someone who…lives in a different state.
- LOL at Lisa’s editor calling this random tiny white boy next to him on a plane “Chalamet.”
- Not another text exchange with Samantha!
- Oh, Miranda. An all-taxicab-yellow jumpsuit outfit? Kind of…a lot, no?
- LOL, of course Joy has one million dogs.
- Lesbians gonna lesbian!
- Oh, there are only two. That actually seems like a pretty restrained number.
- Then again, their names are “Sappho” and “Socrates.”
- Shoe climbing on Carrie’s face while she tries to sleep is sooooo my little dog.
- Whoa, naked Miranda!
- Miranda’s a bad roommate, who knew?
- I mean, yogurt and bananas aren’t high on my “Do Not Eat” list, but clearly they’re on Carrie’s.
- Do the kids still make South Park references?
- I do love Charlotte’s silly little glamping outfit, if not her attitude.
- I also love when Charlotte yells, because it reminds me of her screaming “SET THE DATE!” at Harry before they got engaged on the original Sex and the City.
- “I need a free-range place to pace and smoke.” I will always love you, Seema!
- Finally, time for Seema and the hot gardener to meet!
- “You’re asking a South Asian woman if she’s ever tried yoga?” Seriously, bro.
- Carrie’s fridge having nothing on it but postcards from Virginia could be romantic, but it’s making me sad instead.
- Aw, I genuinely really like Charlotte and Lisa’s friendship.
- Not this idiot downstairs neighbor nearly setting his kitchen on fire!
- LOL at his book being about Margaret Thatcher.
- Speaking as someone who has written exactly one memoir, Carrie describing her writing by saying “Usually I write memoirs” is wild in the extreme.
- Did Carrie really need this whole episode to figure out that she could just…take her shoes off at the door?
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