Friends, New Yorkers, countrymen, lend me your reading time. I come to bury Miranda Hobbs (Cynthia Nixon), not to praise her. I actually mean that. Now that the dust has settled on And Just Like That…‘s first (and final?) season on HBO Max, it’s clear that Big (Chris Noth) wasn’t the only major character murdered by the writers. In Miranda’s case, though, it was character assassination. And Just Like That… transformed Miranda into literally the worst.
In the years following Sex and the City‘s groundbreaking run on HBO, Cynthia Nixon’s Miranda Hobbs evolved into the most likable person on the show, thanks to her practicality and grounded approach to love, life, and friendships. She was the one friend who would always tell Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker) the truth, especially if it hurt, but she was also always there when shit his the fan. Even her own character’s arc on the show — starting off as a cynical lawyer and ending up, well, still a cynical lawyer, but one so devoted to her husband Steve (David Eigenberg) and son Brady that she selflessly cared for Steve’s dementia-addled mother (Anne Meara) — was considered one of the best. Miranda found love and acceptance without changing who she was. Her legacy in pop culture was assured. And just like that, And Just Like That… changed Miranda forever.
In case you’ve been living off the grid in a fancy wellness resort where you get no wifi or cable, but lots of green juice and good vibes, And Just Like That… is HBO Max’s Samantha Jones-less Sex and the City revival. We get to watch Carrie, Miranda, and Charlotte (Kristin Davis) navigate the ups and downs of their 50s. Carrie loses her beloved husband to Peloton-induced cardiac arrest, while Charlotte’s life seems as blissfully organized as ever. Miranda, on the other hand, spirals out of control.
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