Have you ever been through a breakup where your partner turned ex does something mildly endearing or offers a glimpse of the version of themselves they used to be, the one you might have loved? It’s enough to make you question everything: the leaving, the resentment, maybe even the hatred …
That’s what happened to me while watching the final episode of And Just Like That … I mean, the writers (literally) put Epcot’s (Spike Einbinder) whole bussy into this episode. Scene after scene, banger after banger, was served on a silver platter: When the women all rolled up to that bridal show in their gorgeous patterned, mauve and brown fall looks, their hair all coiffed; the voguing by one very rude, albeit talented, twink in front of the Thanksgiving turkey; the cameo of Eleanor Roosevelt (this country’s OG LBGTQ+ icon) in a frame on Miranda’s desk; Epcot’s Munster-induced monster turds floating to the top of the toilet as Carrie’s wannabe fuck buddy stares in horror. (I brought this scene up to my boyfriend at dinner and he lost his appetite, as did I.) All these morsels have the hallmarks of a classic Sex and the City episode — moments of beautiful, unrelatable fabulosity bookended by sheer horror. After years of telling you that watching each episode was torture akin to taking a pair of Manolos to my eyeballs, I caught myself thinking, I’m kind of going to miss this … Despite, or maybe because of, all its flaws, AJLT entertained me unlike anything else.
But allow me to take a cold, hard look in the mirror. Actually, let’s all take a cold, hard look in the mirror and remind ourselves of what we’ve been through. I always tell my friends post-breakup, when their vision starts to get a little rosy and the nostalgia begins to creep in, “Remember all the bad that was wrought unto you.” Remember Carrie cradling Big in the shower as he died, rather than instantly calling 911 with a phone mere inches from her. Remember Aidan revving his own engine, if you know what I mean, in the front seat of his car and saying some deeply cringe phrases unbecoming of a country boy. Remember Che Diaz chomping on Miranda’s nipples in a public pool. Remember Che Diaz, full stop. Remember Lily, a high-school teen, entering a poly relationship? Remember Harry getting turned on by a turkey baster? Remember Adam Gardens licking Seema’s armpits? Remember Carrie’s horrifically written prose? And all the people who lied to her about how good it was? Remember the geriatric puppeteer jerking it to a creation handmade in his roommate’s image? We must remember in order to let go, to move on, and to understand that this needed to come to an end.
We will find greener pastures. There are other fish (mid-length sitcoms with a spunky, fashionable main character) in the sea. We will all be okay. We may feel a slight empty pang come next Thursday, but I rest assured knowing our little rat brains will eventually find some slop to fill it with. Let’s check in, one last time, on what our girls wore to send us off.
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Carrie
She really had me in the first half with her fabulous fall outfits: the plaid skirt and turquoise sweater paired together, the trench with floral cuffs layered over a matching floral skirt. Something transcendent was happening in my occipital lobe for once while watching this show. Then Thanksgiving came and, along with it, Carrie’s doughnut-shaped fascinator and a hot-pink blouse sequined to the gods. We all know Sarah Jessica Parker loves her tiny hats and appliqués, but I’ve grown weary of seeing them on my screen.
That said, we do have something to give thanks for with this zany outfit. In the opening credits of the very first Sex and the City episode, we meet Carrie romping around New York in a little white tutu styled by the icon that is Pat Field. Here, on this last episode of the reboot, we say good-bye to her in a tutu just the same. Old silhouettes die hard.
Tommy Tomato
I just know Tommy is an heirloom tomato at heart and takes genuine interest in the trend cycle given his entirely orange ensemble. And to see him get dragged by Carrie for simply attempting to help? To share his company? Justice for Tommy Tomato!!!
Lisa Todd Wexley
For two reasons, a really great outfit to wear when you’re almost going to commit adultery: (1) LTW looks great in purple; she could probably seduce that asexual puppeteer without even trying in the right shade of lavender. And (2) in a tweed vest with magenta tufts and puffery like that, no one would ever suspect you’d cheated. Going to the library? Sure. Picking up the kids’ favorite cereal from the co-op grocery store? Maybe. But extramarital affairs? Never!
Don’t worry, though, the show made sure to send our girl off with some massive neck accessory in the form of a tie AND a brooch. As they say, heavy is the head (or neck) that wears the crown.
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Miranda
You know what I love to see? A ginger in orange. Miranda took a note from Tommy Tomato and nestled herself in orange and brown knits this episode, fully accepting her roles as the mayor of Cozy Town and a grandmommy-to-be.
Charlotte
As with Carrie, Miss Wasp really had me fooled at first: a prissy outfit in head-to-toe country-club white? Shocking. But her brown post-cunnilingus Jackie Kennedy–esque outfit was killer. I wish we could rewind the entire season and print a million images of Jackie, litter the AJLT costuming closet with them, and let the department simply take note. That’s who Charlotte should have been all season, but I thank the fashion gods above because we got a glimpse of her at the end.
Seema
I am so inspired by this woman — the way she pulls off a red lip, the way her hair falls, the fact that she somehow makes a turtleneck look glamorous. Perhaps none of the fabulous clothes was what made Seema my best-dressed pick week after week. Rather, it’s that Sarita Choudhury is so gorgeous and glamorous she could make a paper bag look good.
Adam Gardens
He needs to stop showing his ass. Literally.
