And Just Like That…

As of last night, And Just Like That…, the Sex and the City spinoff, is over. With it goes my hopes of following these women forever, praying that their lives will resolve in some cohesive and neat narrative, and that they will finally relax into a life of true leisure: one so boring that there is actually no show to be had.

The manufactured drama of the series often feels like watching life unfolding far too fast. Only it’s the more real life that passes that makes one realize that it is more documentary than melodrama. Each conversation, each scenario, is one to come up in our own lives, even if only in conversation with our girlfriends.

While attaching my emotionality to this superficial show is a dubious endeavor at best, my loss is less the entertainment value it provides and more the psychological continuity it offers. Its ending forces me to accept that these women, and our lives, go on. After the unimaginable, comes the next day. And just like that…we continue.