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.

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