And Just Like That… But Make It Samantha

I will be brutally honest: And Just Like That… would have been iconic if it had followed Samantha Jones instead of Carrie “a Bore in a giant-hat” Bradshaw.

Imagine it: Samantha in her mid 50s, running through London (or Paris, or literally anywhere more exciting than Carrie’s beige apartment). She’s running her own PR empire, bossing around millennials who think TikTok invented sex, and still showing up to board meetings in leopard print and six-inch heels.

Instead of Carrie writing about heartbreak for the 900th time, we’d get Samantha’s weekly adventures:

• Accidentally sleeping with her Gen Z intern

• Discovering that perimenopause is just another excuse to buy more lingerie.

• Starting a wellness empire built entirely on martinis, Pilates, and good lighting.

• Dating a billionaire, a poet, and a woman named “Blade” all at the same time.

And the fashion? Forget “picnic-blanket Carrie.” Samantha would’ve revived power-shoulders, metallic jumpsuits, and outfits that scream: Yes, I’m fabulous.

She wouldn’t be whining about aging. She’d make aging look like the ultimate flex. Samantha wouldn’t get any of the nonsense; she’d get a younger man, a glass of champagne instead.

Samantha Season 3 Script We Deserve:

• “I don’t date men; I collect them.”

• “Honey, therapy is for people who can’t handle their fabulousness.”

• “You call it a crisis; I call it Tuesday.”

• “If life gives you midlife, make a martini.

• “Darling, I don’t ghost. I disappear in style.”

• “I am aging like a fine wine… but sweeter and with a kick.”

• “Carrie’s sad? I’ll lend her my vibrator.”

• “Why settle for breadsticks when you could have the whole bakery?”

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So here’s my petition: reboot And Just Like That starring Samantha Jones. Because if anyone could teach us how to do midlife right — bold, messy, unapologetic — it’s her.