Sex and The Shitty...
Ways The AJLT Show Writers Are Portraying Women In Their 50s. Where's The Sex?🤔
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And Just Like That, the 3rd season of the once brilliantly titled, Sex and The City (they even stripped sex out of the show name) returns this Thursday, May 29th.
If It’s Anything Like The First 2 Seasons, Yes, I Will Be Hate-Watching.
Gawd, I loved this show.
It defined the late 90s for me. I drank too many cosmos and spent way too much of my then-husbands money (speaking of sex, if you only knew how much sex I had to have) in order to spend thousands on Fendi Baguette bags and Manolo Blahnik heels. In the words of Samantha Jones, “They don't call it a job for nothin!”
Now, here I am in my 50s, still wearing designer heels, still throwing back the pink classic martini (every once in a while for old time’s sake) only to have a helluva vintage collection of pricey Gucci heels, Chanel classics, and Fendi bags that The RealReal would kill to get their hands on, just to be so thoroughly disappointed in the evolution or should I say the weird fake aging of my favorite fictional characters!
What the hell happened with the magic of TV!?
They weren’t supposed to get “old old.” And if they did, it was supposed to be aging at its finest! Like me and my fifty-something fashionista friends. I’m not saying Carrie needs the mother of all facelifts as in Kris Jenner’s seemingly AI-generated new face, I actually like Carrie’s/SJP’s natural wrinkles. But killing Mr. Big on a Peleton without giving us at least one season of marital bliss, being Uncle Biggi, and the chance to witness GOOD 50 something sex, is such a missed cultural teaching moment. In addition, Carrie’s hip replacement and subsequent sensible heels, and not for nothing, her Patricia Field-free, granny chic wardrobe, really writers and wardrobe department?
I Wanna Get Carried Away, Dammit!
I want the creative writing back. As in the usage of one metaphorical thread that the writers would weave throughout each main character’s storyline. It was ingenious! Addictive…engaging.
More than anything…
I Want Samantha Back…and all the sex & sexiness she brought to the show.
I’m starting to realize that,
Carrie Was The Heart & Sole Of The Show.
No, that’s not a typo. She piqued our interest in designer shoes, handbags, and clothes.
She was superficial.
Dare I say it? Carrie was a label whore.
Whereas, Samantha, Gave The Show Its True Soul!
Samantha was a love whore.
Even though she was super ‘sus’ of real love. Without telling us, we knew her soul on some level had been hurt…crushed by love.
She was scared to hold hands. She was afraid of intimacy. Like so many of us, she was a scared lil girl with a mortgage and a 401K plan, out here settling for great sex when what she really wanted was a great love.
Without her, the show feels like lackluster lovemaking.
Boy Buffeters ya know the kind. The kind where you’re doing all the right stuff that would normally get you off—but nothing is happening. You’re even mixing it up—adding some new moves (characters)…experimenting with DEI. Brought in some aids, as in, Aiden himself. But you just can’t climax.
The thrill is gone.
And so is Kim Cattrall. She confirmed she will not be back this season.
This makes me heartsick.
Come to think of it, Carrie wasn't alone in being the heart of the show—so was Mr. Big.
He was the heartthrob.
The heartburn.
And the heartbreaker.
In the end, his heart attack pulled on our much too invested heartstrings.
Now what?
How Can Carrie & Crew Get Its Groove Back?
I say they follow the lead of their parent company, HBO. Own up to the huge branding mistake that was made.
Confused? Don’t be. I’ll explain.
Back in 2020, WarnerMedia launched the HBO streaming service. The name was HBOMax. It then changed to Max in 2023 when WarnerMedia and Discovery Communications merged. That name did nothing for subscriptions. If you're like me, you thought it stood for a shortened version of Cinemax; which was known more for re-runs of Lady Chatterly’s Lover, not for must-see TV programs such as HBO’s The White Lotus, Sopranos, The Wire, Six Feet Under, Game of Thrones and of course, Sex and The City. It lost its marketing cojones, muscular market share, and edge. Say it with me class: What’s in a name? Everything!
Therefore, give the show the hormone replacement it needs to get its mojo back!
Change the name back to Sex and The City.
And just like that…maybe now, we can all reach our max.
I haven’t watched the 3rd season and don’t plan to 😞 been getting my fix watching re runs on Netflix