In the second episode of And Just Like That…, during Big’s funeral, in what was almost definitely an out-of-business 8th Avenue Fresh&Co, Susan Sharon appeared.
Her hair? An impeccable ashy blonde. Her wardrobe? Sophisticated and unclownish. Her accent? There.
She had only a few lines. First: “Am I the only one who remembers what a prick he was to her?”
Second: “Carrie, look at me. It’s over. I forgive you. It’s in the past.”
Third: “So I said to myself, Susan Sharon, let it go. Just fucking let it go, and go to Carrie and make things right with her.”
Fourth: “I love you. I’m back. The end.”
But she wasn’t back. In fact, we’ve not seen her again, despite her grounded delivery and perfect face. And that’s because this Susan Sharon was that Susan Sharon, but also she was more than Susan Sharon.
She was All of Us.
We said, “Am I the only one who remembers what a prick he was to her?” when we remembered what a prick he was to her.
We said, “Carrie, look at me. It’s over. I forgive you. It’s in the past,” when we opted into And Just Like That…: A Sex and the City Story despite our experience with the non-canon films. (Discounting the one canon line, “Lawrence of my labia.”)
We said, “So I said to myself, Susan Sharon, let it go. Just fucking let it go, and go to Carrie and make things right with her,” when, lying awake, we could not stop thinking about that scene in the first movie where they give Miranda a bright red merkin that poked out of her swimsuit (with nary a reference to Samantha’s iconic Bozo the Bush, mind you).
When we forced our eyelids shut and yet behind them danced the glaringly-absent Samantha and Aidan and Justins Theroux; Brady before he’d had an erection, how good Steve fucked, Mikhail Baryshnikov saying, “You are comic?” And still we said, “I love you. I’m back. The end.”
But Susan Sharon isn’t back. Are we?