'And Just Like That... ' has a Diversity Girlfriend problem

What's in a legacy?

Throughout the '00s, an entire generation of millennials such as myself found inspiration and aspiration in Sex and the City's fantasized vision of New York City. The outfits were fabulous – or at least, more interesting than what you might find at your local suburban mall – the money was bountiful and the sexcapades were plentiful. The series has spawned location tours and an untold number of personality quizzes, and has inspired groups of besties everywhere to proclaim one another some version of Miranda, Samantha, Carrie or Charlotte. (I have no scientific proof to back this up, but I feel confident in asserting that more people are Carrie or Charlotte than they'd care to admit.)

But time has not been particularly kind to the legacy of , about as zeitgeist-y a show as one against the first two films for blighting the spirit of the original series with rehashed storylines that ultimately pushed the narrative arc nowhere. And as my generation is wont to do, we've taken to on our obsession with the series, and heteronormativity – the presence of Samantha Jones notwithstanding – to the point where it now occupies a place in the collective cultural memory as a , right next to Disney movies from the pre-era and .