
After a string of fairly quiet episodes, tonight’s And Just Like That… was—dare I say it—kind of action-packed?! In the space of less than an hour, we get Carrie giving not a thought to Aidan post-breakup (correct), Miranda freaking out about impending potential grandmotherhood (hmm), the return of Steve (bless!), and…Carrie maybe meeting her literary and romantic match? Below, find every thought I had about Season 3, Episode 10 of And Just Like That…:
- Carrie’s hair is hair-ing!
- Clearly, breaking up with Aidan once and for all (kina hora, inshallah, etc.) agrees with her.
- Can’t say the same for her fiction, though.
- I need off-brand British Patrick Dempsey out of the picture too, for that matter.
- I would have preferred if Carrie got with the hot landscaper, but he’s busy teaching Seema about the power of bullshit “natural” deodorant, so…
- Here’s my mantra for men of a certain age: If the hair be dark and the beard be gray, girlie, stay away.
- I do like this bestseller dick-measuring contest, though.
- STEVE!
- Saying “Miranda” in his signature dulcet tones!
- Aw, and Brady!
- Man, he really inherited his mother’s scarlet locks.
- He’s going to be a chef? Go off, baby Carmy!
- Oy vey iz mir, and he got someone pregnant?
- And she’s having the baby?
- Man, Brady really buried the lede.
- Steve is kind of being a hypocrite here, for someone who accidentally impregnated Miranda with what ended up being Brady.
- I know it’s not the point, but why is Miranda wearing…a turtleneck with a floor-length skirt?
- For that matter, what the hell is Carrie wearing? Tights and a big sweater? OK, naughty college co-ed!
- Giuseppe having only one roommate on the Upper West Side in his 20s (or 30s, I forget)? Get over yourself and marry him, Anthony. It could be so much worse.
- Man, I really don’t care about Lisa’s husband’s comptroller campaign or whatever.
- I hate that Zoom exists in this universe.
- Oh, it’s an energy-healing Zoom. I’m actually okay with that, for Charlotte.
- Rock tap-dancing, though? Nah.
- Yet another “nah” to the hot landscape artist’s chunky open knit sweater.
- His late-mom plant, though? J’adore!
- God, when did I become someone who heartily endorses energy-healing and reincarnations of departed souls as greenery?
- When I moved to LA, I guess.
- As someone in a writer-for-writer relationship, I applaud Carrie wanting a “writing partner,” but please, God, don’t let it be Duncan.
- Aw, Brady’s baby’s mom is cute!
- And she…farts publicly?
- Pregnancy gonna pregnancy, I guess.
- She was going to get an abortion until she realized the baby would be a double Libra. I love her!!!!!!!!
- Oh, Miranda, why are you doing this caper?
- I know this show wants me to hate Mia, but a passion for astrology and gratuitous flatulence aren’t the way to turn me against her!
- “Frocks”? Oh, Duncan.
- This man is like a cartoon of a British guy.
- Aw, is he going to be the first man to appreciate Carrie’s closet?
- Carrie, you should have locked down Stanford Blatch as your gay husband when you had the chance.
- Enough rodent-based subplots!
- Not to endorse the tobacco industry, but damn, Seema looks great smoking.
- Shoe’s looking hale and hearty!
- Did he eat all the rats on Carrie’s patio?
- This isn’t cat body-shaming, I’m just genuinely wondering if he was the solution to that particular problem.
- For what reason can a psychic not “smoke and eat pizza,” Charlotte?
- The word “special” is being used a lot.
- Is this a Dana Carvey SNL sketch?
- Aw, I like this level of self-awareness and non-narcissistic introspection from Carrie.
- I wish Susie Essman would be my psychic.
- Especially if she said she had “all the time in the world” for me.
- Has Seema’s assistant been given a personality yet?
- Lisa’s all-white First Lady (or First Comptroller Lady, IDK) suit is so important to me.
- Aw, and her daughter is in a coordinated look!
- I’m so impressed that Lisa’s kids will accept goat cheese on pizza (could not be any small child I’ve ever babysat).
- Welp, the dream of comptrolling has died.
- Oop, a British lady for the British lad.
- Poor Carrie!
- This walking-in-heels montage is giving original SATC in the best way, though.
- Oh, shit, Duncan’s young-Helen Mirren-esque dame is a Carrie Bradshaw fan!
- Finally, a man for Carrie who loves drinking (and not in the compulsive, depressive way Big did).
- Well, this Giuseppe/Geppetto storyline escalation feels unnecessary, but yay! He’s moving in with Anthony!
- Okay, Duncan, we do love a Margaret Thatcher-hater.
- This woman is a British book publisher, or something? Carrie is a bit cooked, I fear.
- Is the vibe…on for Carrie and Duncan?
- I can’t deal with this book-related lovefest anymore, just kiss!
- And I’m not even that much of a Duncan fan!
- I guess I could learn to tolerate him, though, if he makes Carrie happy.
- And if this show gets renewed for another season.
- Oh, it’s on!
- Wait, it’s not?
- Okay, it is, and the chemistry seems to be there!
- Duncan lighting a cigarette after sex……ah, to be a hot boomer.
- Aw, I like that he’s excited about her writing and gets her on that level instead of viewing her work as a threat (Aidan) or as trivial (Big).
- “I may have missed a deadline, but you’ve given me a new lifeline.” Barf.
- Phew, Carrie agrees.
- I bet she’ll rue the day she kissed a writer in the dark.
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