I thought the final tv season ended so brilliantly, though!

Each character ended up on a journey that looked nothing like the one they expected. Miranda's self-protecting cynicism was worn away with the love of her family. Charlotte's perfect dream husband and children came in the form of an imperfect, but lovely, Jewish man and an adopted daughter. Samantha let a guy occupy space in her life outside of the bedroom. And Carrie's final manic depressive flight of fancy into a Parisian romance ends with her realizing that her dreams are naive and she ought to settle for the wealthy Mr big dicked New Yorker who likes her for some reason.

The first time I watched the show I hated Mr Big. But on each subsequent watch it's more and more clear that Carrie was the issue in that relationship. Especially in the earlier seasons. Yeesh.