bibulous - adj. - excessively fond of drinking alcohol (Google)
In case you live under a rock, you already know that HBO's "Sex and the City" is a chancy cable series. When it premiered in 1998, it reconfigured the notion of women's lib. Decades later, it is still an adored television staple that never ages for us broad-minded women, gays and a few metrosexuals with a sense of humor. Unfortunately, the original has graduated to MAX's "And Just Like That," an often painful spin-off featuring three of the four formerly lovable characters: Carrie, Charlotte, and Miranda, who ironically pronounces on the third episode of the new season, "I have actually experienced the joy of hate-watching." Exactly. Miranda, when it come to "AJLT," we know what you mean. Why? Nearly thirty years later, the landscape of the "City" has changed so drastically (which is also true regarding the real New York) that it is barely recognizable. And neither are the three main characters.
A now cult classic, "Sex"went from featuring four urban, bibulous, thirty-something, white single women with no filter when it comes to sharing their sexual conquests to the same-but-different three surrounded by the woke ideal: friends of color with dashes of LGBTQ correctness. Which just seems forced as though extreme liberals had emailed the writers informing them that if they didn't include every possible politically correct angle, the show would be put to rest permanently. My thirty-four-year-old daughter who as a pre-teen had learned about the birds and the bees from secretly watching the show on DVD, pretty much hit the nail on the head when she commented, "The characters are in an alternative universe wherein the only character who is consistently himself is gay Anthony, but he was never fully developed in the original."
Just in case you don't already know, at the sequel's premiere, "And Just Like That," Samatha (real-life confederate Kim Cattrall) has retreated to life in London disappearing like gay, Shinto monk Sanford (the deceased Willie Garson) in a new world–in his case, Kyoto and culture (Japanese). Miranda transitions from steadfastly heterosexual to a fully realized Lesbian; the former Ralph Lauren teen model, Upper Eastside Charlotte becomes ensconced in the expectations of severe maternal materialists: New York upper class soccer moms. Yuck.
Every fan's favorite, Carrie has gone from funny, fabulous, and flawed–just F.I.N.E."(fucked up, insecure, neurotic and emotional) to goody-too-many-shoes as proven by her reunion with twice-ex Aidan Shaw (John Corbett, famous for marrying Bo Derek). Although pseudo-redneck Aidan is universally likable, he has never been the right match for our "material girl," who still has the nerve and impracticality to wear six-inch sandals and a frilly, low-cut, tight-tube designer dress in her fifties while visiting Aidan and his adolescent sons (at least one of whom is in his sexual prime) on the family farm in Virginia. The reason why she broke up with him in the original series was because the two were just like oil and water, meaning they had nothing in common. And now in "AJLT," they still don't, which at least is consistent. Even though Carrie has always loved Aidan, it doesn't make sense that she would graduate from whiney selfishness to understanding selflessness. Technically, nobody (especially not Aidan) should get away with putting Carrie in the corner of a guesthouse without her unfairly overanalyzing the move and motives and abruptly breaking up with him on the spot. The new Carrie is just too perfect to be entirely sympathetic. Audiences used to be able to see their own imperfections in vulnerable Carrie. She was the more "real people model" whom we viewers related to on a gut level, admiring unconditionally as if she were a best friend or sister.
Of course, it remains to be seen whether or not the writers of the current show will somehow come to the conclusion on their own that their reimagined, formerly beloved "Sex and the City" characters are just not attractive anymore. Perhaps they will be forced to watch the original series in full so as to become reacquainted with the fictive women who did so much for the televised sexual revolution in the early 2000s. Or maybe not. Maybe they think those days are over and the New York woke present is the only validity that makes sense. I don't know about you, but I'd like to see a bi-sexual Miranda forget about her lust for unattractive women and fall back in love with Steve, an exhausted Charlotte send both of her kids to board at the Lawrenceville School in Jersey, and "Tiffany-twisted" Carrie dump agrarian Aidan and run into Big's stunt double at LeCirque. And perhaps an impersonator can do a close Samatha on the smartphone to Carrie every once in a while. I'd even take a text message from jolly ole Ms. Jones. The new gal pals may slip in on occasion but perhaps by chance. I'd be fine with all of this. But then again, I've always been a purist. What can I say? When it comes to TV comedies, I just don't like change.
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