Finally, something to live for: And Just Like That…, the Sex and the City sequel most accurately described as a series produced under the influence of a gas leak, has returned to our screens for the summer. I love this show and wait for it all year long, ringing people’s doorbells while muttering “Hey, it’s Che Diaz” to myself and having fever dreams about its Lynchian sex scenes (a term that is often misused, but not in this case!). If AJLT ever ends, I will have no choice but to take my own life atop a Peloton in protest; as a friend said to me way back when the pilot aired, this show must go on until we watch them lower Sarah Jessica Parker into her actual grave. In the first episode of the third season, Miranda deflowers a Canadian nun played by Rosie O’Donnell! I didn’t know art could reach such towering heights—almost as tall as the doors in Carrie Bradshaw’s colossal new Gramercy Park townhouse.

For yes, Carrie has left her famous alcove studio behind, settling in an enormous mansion at 8 Gramercy Park West, just across the street from New York’s prettiest and most exclusive little park (in real life, this is the address of an apartment building, and in a vaguely egalitarian twist, one of only two rental buildings that grant residents keys to the gated park itself). She bought the place in the hopes that longtime on-again, off-again love Aidan Shaw would live there with her and his three terrifying sons, only for him to put the relationship on ice to focus on caring for his 14-year-old down on the family farm in Virginia. Actor John Corbett is six feet and five inches tall, but he is still dwarfed by the Gramercy place’s impressive doors, at least when he manages to get there. As far as life decisions go, this was not one of Carrie’s finest.

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