Saying Goodbye (Again) to Sex and the City

I'll admit it- And Just Like That was a bit of a mess. The writing felt off, the painful attempt to modernise something that was never perfect, therefore lacked the same magic that made Sex and the City so iconic. But as much as the reboot left me frustrated, its ending still stirred up some emotions for me. 

Because this isn’t just the end of a spin-off. For me, it feels like the true end of Sex and the City, a show I grew up with, that shaped how I thought about adulthood, friendship, love, and independence.

Watching Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha navigate life in New York made me want to do the same. It made me believe in the power of female friendship, in the beauty of brunch conversations, and in being unapologetically yourself. 

Over time, the show also taught me that I didn’t need a “Mr. Big.” It challenged the idea that happiness had to come from a man, and even though the original ending might have leaned a bit too hard into the romantic fantasy. But in Just Like That, they reminded me that it's okay to want love but it's also okay to be alone. That your happy ending doesn’t have to look like a fairy tale, it can end with you, content in your own company.

More than any other show, Sex and the City made me fall in love with the idea of New York, not just as a place, but as a symbol of independence, ambition, and reinvention. It made me want to live in a city where anything felt possible. 

So yes, the reboot wasn’t great. But letting go of it still hurts because in a way, I’m also saying goodbye to to something that helped shaped me, a version of myself who grew up dreaming of walking around Manhattan in $400 heels.

So, and just like that... Sex and the City is over!

Love, Aria

XO