The same process of elimination that meant I was always Baby Spice when I played pretend with my preteen friends—I had the blonde pigtails—meant I was a Miranda: the powerful corporate attorney, the marathon runner, the bride who didn’t wear white, the woman who reamed out a sandwich for catcalling her.
The episode where she pretends to date a woman in the hopes it’ll help her make partner at her firm, complete with a final kiss to ensure she really is straight.
In another scene, Miranda yells at a security guard who won’t let Nya enter a campus building without her ID, forcing Nya to explain to Miranda how she only escalated a situation that otherwise wouldn’t have been a big deal.
What feels unfamiliar is a racist Miranda so out of touch with reality it’s astounding anybody could have watched the original show and said, I’m that one.
Having that woman be Miranda, however, feels like the wrong choice—though maybe that’s just selfish thinking and I’d feel differently if I identified more closely with Carrie or Charlotte.
Samantha Irby, a writer for And Just Like That, told Deadline the first two episodes “really lean into the uncomfortable conversations” and the following installments will be about the growing “friendship” between Miranda and Nya.