Did you watch And Just Like That last night? I didn’t. But I will because I am committed to being a lifelong learner at the school of Sex and the City franchises. Plus, it makes me feel as though I’m watching something new (technically, I am!), something I am stubbornly reluctant to do.
Like any diligent SATC pupil, I miss my favorite teacher. The one who imparted such knowledge as, “fuck me badly once, shame on you. Fuck me badly twice, shame on me” and could wear a lipstick red blazer without looking like the worked for a rental car company (something I cannot do). Yes, the warmth of this take is about as icy as a straight-up dirty martini, but I, like legions of others, need Kim Cattrall!
So of course I am eagerly awaiting her And Just Like That cameo. But while I wait, I will return to my favorite Kim cameo.
No, it isn’t the video of her bobbing her pretty blond head and scatting to the improvised plucks of her upright bassist husband. The tab I have favorited in my Chrome browser and always open on my phone is Kim Cattrall’s special message to Britney Spears from a 2002 Oprah episode.
The prerecorded segment shows Kim showering young Britney, her on-screen daughter in the movie Crossroads, with praise. I feel almost certain this wasn’t firmly scripted due to Kim’s meandering staccato cadence, which lends a sort of pickup artistry negging to the otherwise saccharine sentiment, e.g., “playing your mom in the movie was one of the *HHHARDEST* [aspirated capitol H] experiences that I’ve had as an actress…
because…
you are…
so sweet! And so wonderful! And it was the toughest thing in the *world* for me to be mean to you!”)
Britney, appearing in the grainy PiP, sits with an unmoving smile throughout as Kim delivers heartfelt prose, clad in what appears to be the kind of buttery early-00s black leather jackets that my mom coveted from Talbots.
Inevitably, whenever Kim comes up in conversation (which in my life is most days) I whip out my phone with my thumb hovering at the ready to press play on the video. This is my way of honoring oral history. There is a Samantha Jones sex joke to be added here, but instead of leaving you with the words of fictitious Sam J., I will leave you with these words from the mind of Kim herself. Remember these words and cross-stitch them into your pillowy little brains as you head into the weekend.
“You are a DIVA. A young, beautiful DIVA.”
Xoxo,
Marilyn