Sex and the City after watching a few episodes of the first season of the And Just Like That reboot. I was one of the millennial gays that came of age binging the original series as a teen, and therefore I knew exactly what to do when I entered New York adulthood.
Sex. Martinis. Fashion. Fabulous friendship all around. OK, real life materialized a little differently than the fantasy I fell in love with, but as a gay man, I never resonated with a show more, which had nothing to specifically do with queerness.
Needless to say, And Just Like That was supposed to reawaken something in me – I didn’t expect it to be disdain. I hate-watched the entire first 10 episodes and cursed the script to rot in Mar-a-Lago hell.
Still, you can bet your Manolo Blahnik’s I’ve been streaming the new second season out of respect to my younger self! And I’ve also, surprisingly, gained more respect for the reboot each week.