Opinion / Fernando Augusto Pacheco
Friends reunited
It has become commonplace to describe Sex and the City as outdated and lacking diversity. But I am looking forward to the series revival, And Just Like That… (pictured), which is out this week. This is partly due to nostalgia for the precocious teenager that I was when the original series was released. There was something compelling about the first season in particular; it was witty and unlike anything I had seen on TV.
I related to the story of the friendship between Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda; it felt liberating, especially in the way that they discussed sex. For a young gay man like me there was something fascinating about the series and, while there are valid criticisms of the show, for me it connected on a deeper level. It made me feel that to be gay was acceptable.
Sometimes I find myself defending their first film (though I keep quiet about the sequel). It was a major blockbuster and, while it received a mixed critical reception, it’s worth noting that there were very few female-led or female-centric stories among the major Hollywood films of the time. The original series might show its age today but that’s an inevitable occurrence with old films, shows and books. It doesn’t undermine the fact that the series helped to break taboos and, most of all, that it was fun. Now the story continues with the characters in their fifties instead of their thirties. While there will be no Samantha this time – and we will miss her dearly – I say bring on And Just Like That…