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It sure looked like more than 3 months to me, unless NYC has a far more compressed autumn, Winter, Spring than I imagined. It gave off the vibe that Carrie was a prisoner, as well, trapped in the same window. Now, for a truly “very slick very technicolour montage” showing the passage of seasons, see Notting Hill. MPK may think they just came up with it, but I suspect they stole it - perhaps unconsciously - from that movie where it was done exceptionally well. I echo the sentiment on your bravery and sacrifice.

Good point. There was also the piano recital, which everyone was expected to attend. I have close friends whose children I’ve known since their birth, and I’ve never once gone to any of their kids’ school events. Nor would it occur to me to subject my friends to any of my kids’ events. I’d happily help any of them to the bathroom after she had surgery, but there are some lines you just don’t cross. Oh for God’s sake, I found it awkward sharing a bed with my husband in my childhood home, let alone having sex.

I don’t care about the storyline either, but for different reasons that I realized this episode. Anyone remember the fan theory about SATC that Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha didn’t exist outside Carrie’s imagination? That theory was spawned because there were virtually no scenes of those women interacting outside Carrie’s presence. Yes, people eventually were able to identify such scenes but it was also true that the original show revolved around Carrie. It was a consistent theme. AJLT is trying, not only to revolve around the 3 leads equally, but now has Dr Nya, whom no one knows or feels nostalgic about, with her own separate plot line that has nothing to do with any of the leads. It’s jarring and out of place.

Yeah, partner is a modern term. The old term was “one night stand”. Some great songs written about the concept in the 70s, when it really wasn’t a big deal (God, I miss the 70s and early 80s!). Approve or not, it’s not a partnership, or even much of a relationship. He’s lucky she remembered him at all. It does on TV.

Sigh. I, too, used to like these women. I might have disagreed with them, I might have made different choices, but they were fun and not too, too divorced from reality, if one could hand wave issues like money. Once, I would’ve enjoyed being part of their group. I don’t know who these harridans are. I’ll continue to watch the train wreck in a fascinated sort of way, but I can’t say I’m enjoying it.

They really missed their chance. It almost fits: “For what lady, sir?””Mrs John Preston”. “Mrs Preston is in mourning, sir…”. Could’ve been epic. In fact, the whole scene could’ve been made funny. Instead, it was totally cringeworthy, as no one seemed to know what to do - I’ve seen high school students more poised at a mic. And why would these high society people invite the crassness that is Che onstage? Horrible contrivance to get Miranda and Che in the same room. ETA: seem to have posted at the same time about the same thing as @Lethallyfab. Oops - sorry - I swear I wasn’t copying your work!

Considering that “he’s just not that into you” - phrase and the delightful book - was inspired, not only by SATC, but by a Miranda plot line, they’ve really missed the mark there. Another way they’ve rewritten Miranda from the original recipe.

That bothered me too. I hope they don’t go down the road of Deja pregnant, although it would be more plausible than the usual TV trope of the medical doctor who not only doesn’t think to use contraception but then doesn’t figure out she’s pregnant until she starts fainting or throwing up (I’m looking at you, Grey’s Anatomy, among others). Add me to the chorus that doesn’t like the Deja/Malik storyline and who is disturbed by young he looks. The fact that the actress who plays Deja has matured into a rather beautiful young woman, as opposed to girl, makes it more uncomfortable. I found the scene with Rebecca’s seeing her reflection in the car mirror quite poignant. I think it’s a common experience for women of a certain age (probably men, too, but I can’t speak for their experience), to be sailing along, feeling young and carefree suddenly seeing one’s reflection and thinking “who’s that old woman in the mirror?”. I found it quite touching and relatable.

I was pretty shocked that, city councillor or not, he was allowed to talk to him. Even worse if the court officer knew he was the alleged victim. The usual arrangement in the courthouses where I work is a separate entrance from the cells into the courtroom. If an in-custody accused does have to be led through the public halls, they are never allowed to talk to anyone - for safety, security and the preservation of testimony. I know it’s not a legal drama but a little plausibility wouldn’t hurt. The dog part was, on the other hand, very realistic. So many accused express concern for who will care for their pets while they are in custody. It’s so very sad.

Maybe it’s because I watched on a small screen, but, when I saw Carrie with that ridiculous hopped skirt sari and hairpiece, I thought she was channeling Scarlett O’Ohara in the “I saw it in the window and couldn’t resist” (TM Carol Burnett) scene.

It’s a huge - and very controversial - issue. Some people believe the child’s decision should be respected and protected against parents who may feel differently. Others believe that children are not mature enough to make that decision and that parents need to be informed and even empowered to contravene the decision. Some say that keeping it from the parents is legal and necessary; some say that that constitutes child abuse. Either way, I’m sorry the show went that way. It’s too big for a B or C plot and has no room, in my very humble opinion, in what’s supposed to be light comedy or even dramedy. This show is supposed to be fluff. But it sure does score woke points.

Maybe I’m reading too much into it, but when Charlotte presented the spreadsheet, it appeared that it had already been discussed and decided on. Even if not, when Anthony said “I’m not changing your bedpans”, she could’ve so easily said “Absolutely not. I’m getting a nurse for that. I just want you all for company”. Instead, she says that Anthony isn’t going anywhere near her pee - but I guess that’s ok for Charlotte and Miranda. There’s nothing degrading or wrong about helping a friend in need, it’s just that Carrie wasn’t really in need of her friends when she could so easily afford a professional.

How totally selfish - and very Carrie-like - to expect your friends to play nursemaid when you can afford to have someone do it for you. I get that she didn’t want to be alone, but the girls could’ve kept her company without having to take her to the bathroom. I was thinking the same. I was once referred to an absolutely gorgeous, hot, young gastroenterologist. He was a great doctor, but, yeah, I would’ve preferred talking about my, um, digestive problems with someone a little less swoon inducing.

Different jurisdiction, of course, but the same principles may apply: in Ontario, pre-nups (and separation agreements) may include provisions to limit, or provide for, inheritance and are still binding on death if the contact so provides. It’s most common when there are children from a previous relationship involved, so that the subsequent marriage doesn’t disinherit the children, but it’s a contract and the parties can agree to whatever they want. Any NY lawyers here to weigh in on differences?

Remember when we used to call it Grey Sloan Mercy Death? You’d think a hospital of this size would have, I dunno, actual lawyers on staff. Lawyers who would’ve vetoed letting unqualified doctors perform surgeries. What a stupid stupid plan. What could go wrong?

I thought so, too. An IT guy at one of my former jobs once told me that, if you want an unguessable password, use your spouse’s name. He said pets are number one, kids number two … and that no one uses the spouse.

The title and subtitle of this article says it all for me: Review: And Just Like That… they ruined iconic characters Misguided Sex And The City sequel desperately needs Kim Cattrall's Samantha Jones and less white liberal guilt https://nowtoronto.com/movies/review-and-just-like-that-they-ruined-iconic-characters

As has been said of an earlier musical genius: it’s as if he were taking dictation from God. The scene gave me shivers. I don’t know if it’s the original film or - more likely - Peter Jackson’s brilliant restoration and editing, but I felt like I was there in the room with them. When they were talking about set design or some such thing (no idea what because I was so distracted by what was happening in the background) I kept trying to wave them off to be silent: “Paul’s composing The Long and Winding Road! Shut up and listen!” So magical. Oh, we are of an age and you took me back to high school, specifically December 9, 1980. Hearing the news before leaving the house, and then, at school, kids wandering the halls crying; others sitting in groups on the floor singing Imagine. Feeling shell-shocked and numb all day. You’re right, I think. For a generation (ours), it was one of those “where were you” moments.

Eurovision, Euro Cup and the GBBO! Viva L’Italia 🇮🇹

I cannot - I mean, seriously cannot - cope with saccharine sweet Gigi kid. Can’t they send her off to Swiss boarding school or something?

I dated a radio DJ in the ‘80s, in the dark days before the internet plastered everyone’s picture around. Small/mid market, pop station, and he was working his way through school so didn’t have years in the community or the drive-time slots. I was amazed how often people recognized him on the street and even asked for autographs. Not every time we went out, of course, but it wasn’t particularly rare. Maggie’s being recognized was one of the more plausible plot lines for me. Even stranger than opening her mail was that (I thought I heard) they were reading her email. I know an employer usually has the right to do so, but why would they do so routinely? Paper mail, I get - I once worked in an office where anything not marked “personal and confidential” was routinely opened by the admin. Of course, it was a law firm and it was important to catch time-sensitive documents and direct (or redirect if someone was sick or on holidays) them appropriately so it’s not entirely the same, but it was not at all uncommon back in the day when people actually wrote letters on paper. I found it doubtful that Maggie would get so many hard copy letters. Hilarious that the boss and security phoned her right away, told her she was in danger and then hung up without giving any advice. Realistically, there’d be a meeting with security and a plan set out for her safety, and a decision made about going to the police. And new boyfriend should be calling in his security people to coordinate. Not a spoiler or anything, since I have no idea, but I wonder if they’re setting up wide-eyed fan on the street to be the stalker?

When Fred kept calling Nick “son”, I was so expecting (and rather hoping that) he would reply “don’t call me son. I’m an officer and a lawyer and you’re under arrest you son of a bitch.”

I can accept that the other woman have had more time, possibly/probably with proper private therapy, that they can do this, but no way is June ready for group. Especially a group run by her friend. Her trauma is still too raw for her either to get anything out of listening to others or to have anything to contribute. Even if the group had been run by a trained professional (and there’s usually nothing wrong with a trained amateur running a group, just not the best friend of the loose cannon), she shouldn’t have been allowed in yet. Whether or not the former Aunt was right about trying to reach Emily, June forced that confrontation and her humiliation. It could’ve gone very badly for Emily. OK, she’s happy about the suicide but she was deprived of the right to work through her feelings and to determine on her own if she could or would forgive. June decided for her that bloodlust is the way to go. Someone needs to rein this woman in before she hurts more people or herself.

I think they filmed it in the rotunda at (new) City Hall. There’s the bit where they walk towards the doors of the courtroom that strikingly resembles the elevators to the west tower. The rotunda also has the offices on the second floor looking down on it and you can see that in some angles of the courtroom. And it’s round.

Lol. So true. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.