75 Thoughts I Had While Watching And Just Like That… Season 3, Episode 10

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5 days ago

After a string of fairly quiet episodes, tonight's And Just Like That… was—dare I say it—kind of action-packed?! In the space of less than an hour, we get Carrie giving not a thought to Aidan post-breakup (correct), Miranda freaking out about impending potential grandmotherhood (hmm), the return of Steve (bless!), and…Carrie maybe meeting her literary and romantic match? Below, find every thought I had about Season 3, Episode 10 of And Just Like That…:
Carrie's hair is hair-ing! Clearly, breaking up with Aidan once and for all (kina hora, inshallah, etc.) agrees with her. Can't say the same for her fiction, though. I need off-brand British Patrick Dempsey out of the picture too, for that matter. I would have preferred if Carrie got with the hot landscaper, but he's busy teaching Seema about the power of bullshit 'natural' deodorant, so… Here's my mantra for men of a certain age: If the hair be dark and the beard be gray, girlie, stay away. I do like this bestseller dick-measuring contest, though. STEVE! Saying 'Miranda' in his signature dulcet tones! Aw, and Brady! Man, he really inherited his mother's scarlet locks. He's going to be a chef? Go off, baby Carmy! Oy vey iz mir, and he got someone pregnant? And she's having the baby? Man, Brady really buried the lede. Steve is kind of being a hypocrite here, for someone who accidentally impregnated Miranda with what ended up being Brady. I know it's not the point, but why is Miranda wearing…a turtleneck with a floor-length skirt? For that matter, what the hell is Carrie wearing? Tights and a big sweater? OK, naughty college co-ed! Giuseppe having only one roommate on the Upper West Side in his 20s (or 30s, I forget)? Get over yourself and marry him, Anthony. It could be so much worse. Man, I really don't care about Lisa's husband's comptroller campaign or whatever. I hate that Zoom exists in this universe. Oh, it's an energy-healing Zoom. I'm actually okay with that, for Charlotte. Rock tap-dancing, though? Nah. Yet another 'nah' to the hot landscape artist's chunky open knit sweater. His late-mom plant, though? J'adore! God, when did I become someone who heartily endorses energy-healing and reincarnations of departed souls as greenery? When I moved to LA, I guess. As someone in a writer-for-writer relationship, I applaud Carrie wanting a 'writing partner,' but please, God, don't let it be Duncan. Aw, Brady's baby's mom is cute! And she…farts publicly? Pregnancy gonna pregnancy, I guess. She was going to get an abortion until she realized the baby would be a double Libra. I love her!!!!!!!! Oh, Miranda, why are you doing this caper? I know this show wants me to hate Mia, but a passion for astrology and gratuitous flatulence aren't the way to turn me against her! 'Frocks'? Oh, Duncan. This man is like a cartoon of a British guy. Aw, is he going to be the first man to appreciate Carrie's closet? Carrie, you should have locked down Stanford Blatch as your gay husband when you had the chance. Enough rodent-based subplots! Not to endorse the tobacco industry, but damn, Seema looks great smoking. Shoe's looking hale and hearty! Did he eat all the rats on Carrie's patio? This isn't cat body-shaming, I'm just genuinely wondering if he was the solution to that particular problem. For what reason can a psychic not 'smoke and eat pizza,' Charlotte? The word 'special' is being used a lot. Is this a Dana Carvey SNL sketch? Aw, I like this level of self-awareness and non-narcissistic introspection from Carrie. I wish Susie Essman would be my psychic. Especially if she said she had 'all the time in the world' for me. Has Seema's assistant been given a personality yet? Lisa's all-white First Lady (or First Comptroller Lady, IDK) suit is so important to me. Aw, and her daughter is in a coordinated look! I'm so impressed that Lisa's kids will accept goat cheese on pizza (could not be any small child I've ever babysat). Welp, the dream of comptrolling has died. Oop, a British lady for the British lad. Poor Carrie! This walking-in-heels montage is giving original SATC in the best way, though. Oh, shit, Duncan's young-Helen Mirren-esque dame is a Carrie Bradshaw fan! Finally, a man for Carrie who loves drinking (and not in the compulsive, depressive way Big did). Well, this Giuseppe/Geppetto storyline escalation feels unnecessary, but yay! He's moving in with Anthony! Okay, Duncan, we do love a Margaret Thatcher-hater. This woman is a British book publisher, or something? Carrie is a bit cooked, I fear. Is the vibe…on for Carrie and Duncan? I can't deal with this book-related lovefest anymore, just kiss! And I'm not even that much of a Duncan fan! I guess I could learn to tolerate him, though, if he makes Carrie happy. And if this show gets renewed for another season. Oh, it's on! Wait, it's not? Okay, it is, and the chemistry seems to be there! Duncan lighting a cigarette after sex……ah, to be a hot boomer. Aw, I like that he's excited about her writing and gets her on that level instead of viewing her work as a threat (Aidan) or as trivial (Big). 'I may have missed a deadline, but you've given me a new lifeline.' Barf. Phew, Carrie agrees. I bet she'll rue the day she kissed a writer in the dark.