Dear beloved readers,

You will have to forgive me for my absence last week where I fully intended to give you all a Barbilicious review of the movie of the summer, Barbie, and now not only am I late to the party, I have not something, but someone else, a different character, taking me away from the marvelous, pink Barbieland, and bringing me straight back to reality…The one, the only: Aidan Shaw.

In my fairly recent rewatch of Sex And The City (the show & the two movies) I realized a lot of things about our main character Carrie, I realized more flaws than ever before and I think since I had created through growing up, some dissociation with the character, and this time around recognizing less of myself in her, I could see the parts of her (and my past selves) that I didn’t think of as quite as glamorous as before. But my opinion on Aidan Shaw, remained unchangeable. Aidan, as I see him, is the character that wouldn’t be quite as tolerated among the fandom if it wasn’t for the charm and charisma of John Corbett – a man that is so handsome, and such a hot man, that he is commonly described to be the embodiment of “masculine rusticity.”

Aidan was annoying, at best, he was quite controlling, addicted to linen shirts (even decades later in Abu Dhabi, mind you), and not to judge looks, but homeboy had a receding hairline. And that damn ass of a dog. By the end, he was so annoying I celebrated the vileness costume they tried to dress Carrie in, also, never forget the damn “letter.” Did he and Carrie have enough chemistry on the screen to make him her second greatest love (focus on the second here)? Yes. Unjustifiable to bring him back to the second movie just to piss us Big lovers, but yes, sure, I will give you that. But was that chemistry even comparable to the one Carrie had with Big? Abso-fucking-lutely not. With Aidan it’s a sizzle at best, you know? It may splash a few dangerous drops on the back of your hand that sting but you shrug it off. But with Big…babes, that’s a second degree burn. 

I will never understand the logic of killing Mr. Big to bring Aidan back. I thought the whole point was that “Oh, there’s no more plot to that love story, we need something new!” Okay so that’s why you brought back someone that goes just as way back as the one you just murdered? On a Peloton?! I can’t take you serious MPK, I just can’t. 

Still, even knowing about the return of this lover from many, many years ago for a while now, nothing could’ve prepared me for the true jump scare that was seeing Aidan in that…military looking jacket (?), even more receding hairline, and just as fucking annoying as ever, on my screen. At that hug, I kinda melted a little, I was like, nostalgic dick, that’s what my girl Carrie needs, but by the time the date was going on, I knew that MPK was doing that sweet ol’ thing he does of over promising and under delivering.

First of all, if I had scheduled to meet with an old lover of decades ago for a date on Valentine’s day, and we coincidentally both went to the wrong restaurant, I’d take that as a huge, size of the Empire State building sign that the universe doesn’t think that’s a good idea, that we are not meant to be – something maybe y’all should already know from before, but alas, our girl can be thick. But anyways, I wanted for the date to address a few things, like I don’t know, Abu Dhabi?! You know?! But, nope, the date couldn’t be as vague as ever, making Miranda’s date with Queer Austen way more interesting. And if the writers think that they don’t need us to see anything because we, the audience, already know these two work on screen, I am sorry, but that’s a disservice with us. It’s been decades, they’ve both changed, give me an upgrade or get the fuck out of my face.

The date scene was short, leaving much to be desired, but the scene in front of the infamous apartment, that I watched from behind my fingers. Dude, what a fucking cringe dialogue. I called my husband scared of the level of writing. Aidan went from pissed and absolutely determined to not do something that went against his principles in a second (which felt very on character for him, and I appreciated), to “what the hell!? New York has hotels!” (yehaaw emoji here). Like be fucking for real, who wrote this? An wattpad writer? In the fifth grade?! I can’t.

I am beyond myself excited to see where these goes, and something, I am not sure what, but knowing this man, something tells me that the waited come back of our Samantha, will involve a reality check on Carrie after Aidan with that nostalgic cock of his convinced her to move to Connecticut or somewhere equally depressing. I just feel it in my veins. 

Well, while I patiently wait for next week’s episode, and the return of our icon Kim Cattrall, I will leave you with these questions I’ve been wondering about: Why is Charlotte so freaking iconic?! Why is Miranda horny for eighteen century novels? Where is Carrie’s cunty curly hair? And why, I must ask, has Samantha stopped texting?! Those answers, I hope we get soon! Stay safe and out of trouble but, if you don’t – oh my god, tell me all about it. 

– Your Girl On The Go