I can’t put to words exactly how much I hate Aidan Shaw, Carrie’s carpenter boyfriend during seasons three and four of Sex and the City, but please understand that I hate him deeply. The way he kisses, extending his lips out like he’s trying to pick a blueberry off a plate without using his hands or fork, makes me want to vom. I hate his turquoise rings and the way he talks. I hate him more than I hate Carrie, who I also hate, but cannot resist relating to sometimes. Aidan, on the other hand, I can resist always. This is not a horny-hate. It is hate-hate, bitter and true.
I’ve been rewatching SATC during some of my quarantined hours and I’m now at the point — post John Slattery pee plot — where Aidan slithers onto the scene in his bootcut jeans.
The point of this newsletter: Why does he throw his dog like this? If only he so carelessly tossed poor Pete like this once. Here he goes again in the same episode (3.5, “No Ifs, Ands, or Butts”):
“HAHHHHHHH,” I imagine him shrieking as he literally bowls with a dog whose only crime was getting its big break on an HBO hit. Fame has its price, to be paid even by a humble spaniel.
Anyway, John Corbett is a Republican and I’ll see him in hell!!!!!!!