The And Just Like That… Season 3 premiere is a fever dream of couture chaos, emotional landmines, and blank postcards. From Carrie’s headwear to Miranda’s lesbian bar misfire, we have thoughts.
The girls — and yes, we’re still calling them that, even though Carrie now owns at least three orthopedic inserts — are back for Season 3 of And Just Like That…. This week’s premiere delivered all the hallmarks of a modern Sex and the City reboot: one comically oversized hat, two emotionally constipated texts, three identity crises, and exactly zero bras. Also, a lesbian nun.
It’s chaotic, delightful, deeply implausible television. And we love it, but we do have thoughts about where this season’s madness might be heading. Here’s everything that ran through our heads during last night’s premiere.
- Carrie’s Victorian gingham headwear — is it symbolism? Art? Foreshadowing? Or just a Gen X easter egg? (See: Little House on the Prairie, Smurfette, Strawberry Shortcake.)
- Maryam Keyhani should sue or be applauded — probably both.
- A blank postcard? Did she even check for invisible ink?
- Fact: No woman in America has ever had this many conversations while walking through Central Park in kitten heels.
- Maybe more firefighters?
- How is Charlotte’s crisis over a canceled dog the least interesting thing about her storyline and also the most Charlotte?
- Really, Aidan? In the truck?
- You ache for her? Like Mr. Darcy? At fifty-something? Are you sure it’s not arthritis?
- Miranda humiliating herself in front of her son’s ex-babysitter at a lesbian bar? Make it stop.
- Carrie’s comment about not having phone sex in front of her cat deserves a Peabody.
- Also, more cats.
- Lisa’s fuck-ass bob is Emmy-worthy.
- Okay, who had “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!” on their Carrie Bradshaw bingo card?
- We are one brunch scene away from Carrie casually announcing she’s starting another podcast.
- Miranda meeting a lesbian nun is different from being married to Steve, how?
- Also, way more lesbian nuns, please.
- Phony Negroni? Did AI write that?
- Constantly feeling the need to gutturally scream “Samantha!”
- Lisa’s giant necklace deserves a campaign of its own.
- Seema passed out in full glam while waiting for a FaceTime date felt like a personal attack.
- Comptroller, an a cappella group, and someone named Chauncy? Nice.
- “Mom. Believe women.”
- Seema deserved a re-do of that breakup scene filmed like an early Sofia Coppola short — more cigarettes, rain, a bottle of wine.
- So a Michelle Obama cameo, perhaps?
- Letting a Jean-Georges reservation go to waste, really?
- The way Carrie still types on a laptop in bed like it’s 1998 is the real nostalgia porn here.
- Charlotte seems dangerously close to discovering microdosing.
- Carrie repeatedly disabling her alarm system like it’s a metaphor for emotional vulnerability? Give the writers a raise.
- A Miranda redemption arc involving her rediscovering her legal brain and also her sexuality?
- Is five years a short or long time? Giuseppe poem, maybe?
- “The woman wondered what she had gotten herself into.” Carrie, we’re not so sure, either.
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