It’s time for a sequel intervention, to save something very special.

I’m going to start crowd-funding for something very important. Because surely I can pay SOMEONE to stop this car-crash from happening?

Who needs to be convinced that this is one Very Bad Idea? What strange deal with the devil do we need to make sure that schedules stay tangled, salary disputes are never resolved and personal differences remain angst-filled?

Because there can never be another Sex And The City movie. Never. Ever. Ever.

Sarah Jessica Parker posted this photo today, accompanied by the text:

“Well. I guess the cat’s out of the (little brown) bag. As usual, we will keep you posted on every detail as we are able. I’m under strict gag order until then. Xx, Sj.” 

Sarah Jessica Parker posted this picture with the following caption today: “Well. I guess the cat’s out of the (little brown) bag. As usual, we will keep you posted on every detail as we are able. I’m under strict gag order until then. Xx, Sj.” Noooooo, SJ. Noooooo.

The result was that she sent the Internet into a frenzy of speculation that Sex And The City 3 is in the works. And I simultaneously sent up a tiny prayer to the Movie Gods – ‘Please, let SJP be talking about her shoe collection. PLEASE.’

You see, once upon a time (as Carrie might write),

Sex And The City

was my all.

It’s hard to overstate how much, for women of a certain type, and a certain age, that television show Changed Everything. How we worshipped at its (yes, well-shod) shoes. How precious and holy it was to us.

Carrie. And yes, clothes. Post continues after this collection of truly epic outfits.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

Carrie wearing Vera Wang when she (almost) gets married.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

Life goals right there.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

Carrie, not quite on point this time.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

Only Carrie can look gorgeous while ice skating.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

The classic tutu skirt.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

ACTUAL PERFECTION.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

A rare sighting of a simply dressed Carrie.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

I want this framed.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

Stunning.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

Carrie rocking the Dolce.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

Never without her trademark cigarette.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

Apparently overalls were a thing in the 90's.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

Carrie does cute and girly.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

Never shy of showing a little skin.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

Effortless and just way too chic.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

A more recent Carrie sighting in Paris, looking very Parisian indeed.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

The classic Carrie Bradshaw tutu.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

Only Carrie can pull off this school girl chic look.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

Rocking a simple, strapless number.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

Certainly looking her best as "best man" at Stanley's wedding.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

Possibly the only person in the world to pull off these Dolce undies.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

Staying true to the 90's midriff.

Carrie Bradshaw's fashion

Carrie stopping traffic.

It’s difficult to express, in a world where Girls jostles with Amy Schumer and Broad City, how fricking delighted women of the 90s and noughties were to have those four fictional female characters, Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda, saying those words from those extraordinary scripts on our televisions every week.

Oh, how we loved those women.

Women who dated, and fucked, and drank, and swore.

Women who had interesting jobs, and lived alone, who cheated and got cheated on, who broke hearts and had theirs broken.

Women who didn’t have children. Or had them alone. Women who had miscarriages, and abortions.

Women who married and divorced