'Dressing For Your Age' is dead. And Just Like That has been dancing on its grave.

I do not look like Sarah Jessica Parker. 

Neither do you. 

I never did. Neither did you. 

The iconic SJP - and by default Carrie Bradshaw (or is that the other way around?) - is all teeny-tiny delicate, fascinatingly attractive in the least cookie-cutter of ways. Shiny hair for days that looks epic c-c-curly or straight, bobbed or waist-length. Able to walk without sobbing in the highest of heels. Equally at home in micro-minis, men's tailored pants, a ball gown, a Heidi dress. A tutu, of course. 

I could no more wear what she - or her wears - to work, to lunch, to shop - than you could (stop reading now, Mia Freedman, you are the exception that proves the rule). 

And yet, spending 10 weeks watching SJP/Carrie wearing clothes has been the highlight of a dark Summer. 

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I've watched the Sex And The City reboot And Just Like That in pyjamas (well, what passes for pyjamas in my house, possibly active wear, maybe an oversized T-shirt, potentially shorts), while shivering through an intense bout of COVID, pondering which holiday plan to cancel next, wrestling with a tricky creative project, work and all the regular family dramas, all while trying to hold back an ever-ballooning wave of impending doom. 

But the colour and movement of AJLT has made me consider that possibly, maybe, things will get better. And that one day, I will no longer be wearing an elasticated waist. 

Yes, we have choked on tea witnessing the often-clumsy attempts to make a show birthed in the cynical, irreverent 1990s culturally relevant in the earnest, inclusive 2020s. 

And yes, we have cringed a little at how it has dealt with absent friends - the disgraced ones (Chris Noth), the actually departed ones (Willie Garson) and the ones who wanted no part of it (Kim Catrall). 

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