Before we get into everything that went wrong over the course of the first season of And Just Like That — and why it went wrong, and how it was probably inevitable from the very beginning that it would go wrong — I want to take a moment for us.

I am sure I’ll shock exactly zero percent of people reading this by saying there’s something off about And Just Like That.

There is a mystery animating the core of classic-era Sex and the City, a mystery as important as those that lie at the cores of Lost or Westworld: How the hell are these women best friends?

This is obviously just a personal opinion, but it’s the type of personal opinion that is also an indisputable fact: Miranda was basically the only good character on the original run on Sex and the City.

I’ve built a life around admitting embarrassing things on the internet, and yet, this still might be the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever typed out: the original run of Sex and the City changed my life.

There comes a time in every Sex and the City fan’s life when you have to wonder: why the hell does Carrie talk like that?

Through the years, there have been numerous fiery, thoughtful takedowns discussing how Sex and the City pushes an unreachable, impossible (and possibly irresponsible) lifestyle predicated on a lie.

Based on the true crime book Bitter Harvest by Ann Rule, the Lifetime movie A House on Fire is a tale as old as time: in a hospital where everyone dresses in super-adorable boatneck scrubs, two doctors meet cute.

Outside of the Law & Order extended universe, no show’s casting decisions have the level of “hey, it’s that guy!”

By now, you have surely heard that the creators of the new Sex and the City series, And Just Like That…, have taken the coward’s way out.