Well, girls and gays, we’ve come to the end of And Just Like That…, a series that gave us Che Diaz, giant gingham hats, Rock York-Goldenblatt’s majorly important nonbinary style, NYC rat attacks, two separate deaths for a single character, and so, so much more. Was this show ever good? I don’t know the objective answer to that (okay, no, it wasn’t). But logging all of the things I thought about it was one of my favorite weekly traditions, and I’m kind of crestfallen that it’s all over—even though it was most definitely time to let it go.
Here, my very last thoughts about the very last episode of And Just Like That…:
- This is such a confusing opener.
- Since when can Carrie Bradshaw not navigate a restaurant?
- I mean, I know she’s a rich boomer widow now, but damn.
- I would far rather eat alone than eat with “Tommy Tomato,” personally.
- Obama production company name-drop!
- Dude, are we about to get a Michelle Obama cameo? On And Just Like That…?
- Wow, when did the flirty subtext between Lisa and Marion become text?
- Loving the return of Steve, personally.
- Am I crazy to think it’s not that big a deal if Brady has a kid? He’s in his 20s, not 15!
- Actually, I have no clue how old this kid is. Proceed with the melting down, Miranda and Steve.
- When did Seema’s hot landscape artist start sporting Dave-from-Happy Endings hair?
- A man who isn’t into marriage! How innovative!
- I want a better plotline for Carrie’s swan song than her having to eat lunch with a doll.
- Ooh, bridal show!
- STOP TELLING ME ABOUT LISA’S HUSBAND’S FLOP COMPTROLLER ELECTION, SHOW!
- Aw, I’m glad Charlotte and Lisa are happy (enough) with their husbands.
- “I’m so excited to show you my new hallway.” Being rich in your 50s sounds crazy.
- I really think it’s going to be Duncan for Carrie.
- Or is it…?
- I’m not sure I needed the specifics about the end of Harry’s erectile dysfunction issues, but good for him and Charlotte, I guess?
- Oh, okay, Carrie is so back in this little Thanksgiving beret and pink glitter dress!
- Why is Carrie bringing everyone pie like the world’s best-dressed Postmate?
- Oh no, is Joy going to dump Miranda?
- Oh, wait, her dog is actually sick!
- Aw, I can’t wait until my bestie’s son (who is currently three weeks old) is grown-up enough to swear in front of me.
- Hey, it’s Spike Einbinder!
- Obsessed with Brady’s baby mama bringing her emotional support gays to Thanksgiving.
- Boomers mixing with mean, cool, gay millennials…welcome to a holiday at my house, Carrie!
- Okay, if Sappho the dog dies, I will revolt.
- Phew 🙂
- Is it bad that I really don’t remember the origin of Victor Garber’s role on this show?
- If we’re bringing back rando guest stars, where’s Bitsy Von Muffling?
- Charlotte said “Fuck”!
- I’m kind of loving the antagonistic chemistry between Brady and pregnant-girl-whose-name-I-forget.
- It’s not Thanksgiving without a little dairy intolerance!
- Word to the wise: One should never put a cheese plate out without a companion dish of Lactaid.
- “Victor Garber toilet emergency” was not exactly what I had on my season-finale bingo card, but I guess it’s never too late for a little potty humor?
- I want to hit someone in the face with a pie, and somehow the opportunity never comes up.
- Aw, I really do love the York-Goldenblatts.
- Wait, we don’t even get a Seema/hot-landscaper proposal??
- Bro, that was IT????????????????????
- Michael Patrick King, you are not seeing heaven.