![]() I’m very happy to see everyone deservedly getting some. ![]() Carrie and her podcast producer, Franklyn, have moved to the bedroom after making out in the elevator, Charlotte and Harry are keeping things steamy, Lisa Todd Wexley and Herbert remain a superhot married couple, Seema and club owner Zed are still hooking up, and Miranda and Che are nice and cozy in an L.A. You’re welcome.Īnyway, season two arrives with a big bold message that seems to declare, We have not forgotten about the sex: a montage of all our main ladies getting railed and/or doing the railing. Remember also how Che christened Miranda with the nickname Rambo and Miranda started using it? That has nothing to do with sex, but I can’t be the only person who has to think about how that was an actual thing that happened. The memory of it still sends a shiver down my spine. ![]() The sex, on the other hand, was pretty much nonexistent in season one except for the collective nightmare that was Che Diaz fingering Miranda in the kitchen while a post-op Carrie is left to piss in an empty peach Diet Snapple bottle and then proceeds to spill it all over her bed while her bestie comes next to the patented Bradshaw oven-closet. ![]() ![]() The AJLT team has dealt with the Samantha factor as well as it can (I guess?) given the situation, and I am equally thrilled for and already let down by the news that we’ll get one short phone call with Samantha in the flesh this season. One could point to two major elements missing from season one of And Just Like That … that left the Sex and the City sequel series feeling a little … let’s call it untethered from the mothership: Samantha Jones and sex. ![]()
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