Brace yourself, NYU. If Kim Cattrall quotes are to be believed, Sex & The City is still not over. On a British talk show last week, the saucy Sex star admitted that a sequel to the HBO series’ film adaptation—which grossed over $50 million in its opening weekend—is in the works. Upon hearing the news, I couldn’t help but wonder… after six seasons and a movie, is this sequel necessary? Yes. Yes it is.

Sex & The City should be broken down into its two disparate elements: the show—a smart, edgy, near anthropological look at finding romance and maintaining friendships in contemporary Manhattan—and the corresponding franchise: all pink sparkles and label-dropping.

The bizarre Sex & The City-fest that was Sex & The City: The Movie (simultaneously the most underwhelming and overwhelming movie of the year) falls confidently into the latter category. The second film then, should be less disappointing since it can be safely assumed that it is even farther removed from the more endearing, wittier television show.

In that case, the sequel may as well capitalize on the oddly consistently, still seriously remaining demand for Carrie Bradshaw. It’s also an opportunity for the franchise to redeem itself from the murky, inane waters it sank in with the first film. Though let’s face it, it probably won’t return to its intellectual, on-location (in places that aren’t Buddakan) roots, but it will still beat TBS re-runs for the legions of faithful devotees.