Last week, we sucker-punched you with the exciting news that Sex and the City is (finally!) being made into a movie. Except by “exciting” we meant “something that would have been exciting five years ago,” and by “movie” we meant “movie we probably won’t see until it comes out on DVD.”

And it turns out we’re not alone! In this week’s New York mag, Emily Nussbaum joins us in questioning whether the Sex and the City ship has truly sailed.

In Manhattan’s gimlet eye, the long-awaited Sex and the City movie might be old news from the start. We’d even half-forgotten about the Kim Cattrall drama that held it up this long. But then, the show’s own popularity guaranteed its obsolescence: Over six years on HBO, the sitcom terraformed the city in its image, turning Manolos and Cosmos and those damned floppy flowers into icons, then something so clichéd as to be oppressive, almost regimented. Three years later, the Zeitgeist, having writ, has moved on: to milfs and grups, among other things. And Brooklyn.

Ultimately, Nussbaum concludes that all the girls are still moderately relevant, with the exception of Carrie. You know, because if there’s one thing that gets lost in translation, it’s the concept of the extremely attractive hack writer. (*Cough* Julia Allison).

Meanwhile, in further evidence that Sex and the City is hopelessly outdated? Miranda (the fiesty redhead) bitched about having to move out to that utterly uncool outer-borough wasteland otherwise known as “Brooklyn.”

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