“People keep asking me, am I upset about the SATC series that HBO Max just announced without me, Samantha, the spice of a series where the other cast members would need a road map to find their own clitoris?
“Why would I be upset? I’ve moved on with my life and I don’t understand why those other ladies have not also. I mean, I’ve taken some hits for living my life out loud and proud (scat singing), being a pro-sex woman of a certain age on Family Guy and even on the show, well, being unafraid to go there. But I am not still sitting down at one of the coffee shops that no longer exist in New York City to dish the dirt about where my life falls on New York magazine’s Approval Matrix.
“Speaking of New York media, here's the item announcing the show in the New York Post: ‘The next chapter in the tale of lifestyle columnist Carrie Bradshaw...also titled And Just Like That…,continues the story as it follows the three friends, including gallerist Charlotte York...and attorney Miranda Hobbes...now in their 50s. However, the 10 half-hour episodes, which begin production in late spring, will not include sexpot publicist Samantha Jones....’
“Sounds lucrative right? And sounds empowering for a viewership that is targeting women over 48, correct? Not so fast. Unlike me, the ethos of Sex and the City has not aged well. It’s about a hapless newspaper (!) columnist and her friends, who are alternatively repressed, workaholic and sexually frustrated. And me. And the show is #oscarssowhite, without the Oscars part. (At least I dated a Black record exec and a Latina.) And finally, why is everyone so charmed by a storyline where after seasons of rejection, culminating in being left at the altar with a bird on her head, we’re all cheering when Carrie and Big get married?