Sarah Jessica Parker forced to defend herself, public attacks naturally aging beauty and casual style

Carrie Bradshaw once said, “I will literally be the old woman who lived in her shoes.” But Sarah Jessica parker, the woman behind the sassy fashionista in the hit TV show Sex and the City, isn’t Jimmy Choo-obsessed, nor does she have a wardrobe filled with playful tutus and strappy slip dresses.Still, the confident 58-year-old actor is fielding hateful comments from the online population who can’t understand why her real-life persona is contrary to the modish character she plays.

Parker, who’s proudly aging naturally, gracefully and beautifully, answers back saying it’s, “just not a reality,” and “there’s no time to let vanity enter.” Keep reading to learn what the lovely Sarah Jessica Parker has to say about aging!
In her role as the beloved Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and the City, Sarah Jessica Parker served some iconic, oftentimes controversial, looks.

While her character was considered a trendsetter by women across the globe, Parker in real life, has never been an urban chic fashionista.
“It’s not the way I perceive myself, I’m so low on my priority list,” said Parker, who raised three children while she was at the height of her career. “I love beautiful clothes and am privileged enough to have access to a lot them…but they also are returned the next day. They are not mine.”

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In real life, the star admits that she prefers a practical style, which isn’t always popular with the demanding public.
Unsexiest woman alive
In fact, in 2008, she was named in a Maxim poll as the “Unsexiest Woman Alive.”
Shortly after she earned the unflattering title, Parker spoke with Grazia (through Daily Mail) and said, “Do I have big fake boobs, Botox and big lips? No. Do I fit some ideals and standards of some men writing in a men’s magazine? Maybe not.” The star of And Just Like That continues, “Am I really the unsexiest woman in the world? Wow! It’s kind of shocking when men…It’s so brutal in a way…”
Years later, the Family Stone star appeared at the Met Gala wearing a golden Dolce & Gabbana gown that she paired with an ornate nativity headpiece.


Though she was serving an incredibly unique and smashing look, the public only commented on her aging.
“Aye real quick, how old is Sarah Jessica Parker because [her] skin look like tree bark and I’m confused,” said one. A second writes, “Is that Sarah Jessica Parker? Oh gosh she looks so old and worn out.”
Then, in 2021, the Hocus Pocus star was lunching with Bravo star Andy Cohen. Parker was makeup free, her silvery hair tied back in a braided ponytail.
It didn’t take long for the online population to start spitting hate over her appearance. But, Cohen, who also has a head of grey hair, defended his friend.
“We were at lunch and there was a paparazzi, and she’s sitting next to me, white hair,” said Cohen, 55, of his own white hair. Speaking on The Drew Barrymore Show, he continued, “All the articles were ‘Sarah Jessica Parker, she’s going gray’ and ‘She looks old,’ and it was insanity.
Here she is sitting next to me, who’s gray, and people just missed the mark totally. It was so misogynistic.”
Following that, Parker spoke with Vogue and had a lot to say about unforgiving people and their unrealistic standards of beauty.
“There’s so much misogynist chatter… I’m sitting with Andy Cohen, and he has a full head of gray hair, and he’s exquisite. Why is it okay for him?” Parker continues, “‘She has too many wrinkles, she doesn’t have enough wrinkles.’ It almost feels as if people don’t want us to be perfectly okay with where we are, as if they almost enjoy us being pained by who we are today, whether we choose to age naturally and not look perfect, or whether you do something if that makes you feel better.


She adds, “I know what I look like. I have no choice. What am I going to do about it? Stop aging? Disappear?”
Influential woman
The title of “unsexist woman alive” was upstaged in 2022 when the Golden Globe winning actor was named by Time as one of its “100 most influential people in the world.”
Though she may not dress the part of Carrie, who’s the star of the TV series, two films and the reboot And Just Like That, Parker does own her own designer brand, SJP, which – not surprisingly – started as shoes.
The star of Honeymoon in Vegas is also a TV producer, the co-founder of the spirit “The Perfect Cosmo by SJP” (Carrie’s favorite drink), is involved with publishing, fragrances and has a wine label – to name a few.


And just like that
Also unlike Carrie and her hapless search for romance, the star of Footloose found love in the early 1990s with Matthew Broderick, the star of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.
The adorable couple – who starred on Broadway together – married on May 19, 1997, and have been together ever since.
When Broderick was asked to reveal his secret for a successful marriage, he answered: “I don’t know the secret at all, but I, you know, I’m very grateful and I love her. It’s amazing. I mean, I can’t believe that it’s been that long. It doesn’t feel like it.”
The couple share three kids, son James Wilkie (born 2002), along with twins Tabitha Hodge and Marion Loretta Elwell, who joined the family in 2009, via surrogate.
The woman leads a busy life and should be applauded for her accomplishments, not criticized.


Speaking natural in real life, the actor said, “It’s not how I think of myself, and I think it’s probably the healthier approach.”
She continues, “It’s just not a reality – not when you have three kids, and you go to the market, and there are hungry people at home. You have a limited time to do it. There’s just no time to let vanity enter into that.”

A Man in Our Restaurant Shamed His Girlfriend for Being ‘Smart’ & Corrected Her Every Word – So, I Stepped In

As a waitress, I’ve heard countless mispronunciations of our international menu. But when I overheard Andrew “correcting” his girlfriend Amanda’s flawless Italian, German, and Mandarin, I just had to say something.

The Friday night rush at Flavors of the World restaurant always kept me on my toes. As a waitress, I loved the hustle and bustle, the clinking of glasses, and the hum of conversation.

But what I enjoyed most was listening to the diverse languages spoken by our patrons as they ordered from our international menu.

A waitress serving drinks at a restaurant | Source: Pexels

A waitress serving drinks at a restaurant | Source: Pexels

One couple in particular caught my attention: Amanda and Andrew. They were regulars, who came in every Friday without fail.

Amanda had her bright eyes and a gentle demeanor. She always impressed me with her linguistic abilities.

She’d order dishes in their native tongues, and her pronunciation was spot-on whether it was Mandarin, Spanish, Italian, or German.

“Buonasera [Good evening],” Amanda greeted me one evening. “Potrei avere gli gnocchi alla sorrentina, per favore [could I have the gnocchi alla sorrentina, please]?”

A plate of gnocchi | Source: Pexels

A plate of gnocchi | Source: Pexels

I smiled, appreciating her flawless Italian. “Certamente, signora. Ottima scelta [Certainly, ma’am. Excellent choice]!”

Andrew, on the other hand, was a different story. Tall and conventionally handsome, he carried himself with an air of superiority that set my teeth on edge.

Every time Amanda spoke, he’d interrupt, “correcting” her pronunciations with his own butchered versions.

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A woman looking sad at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

“It’s not ‘nyocky,’” he’d say, rolling his eyes. “It’s ‘guh-nocky.’ Honestly, Amanda, you sound ridiculous.”

I’d bite my tongue, not wanting to be rude and possibly reduce my tip.

Amanda would always shrink a little at his words. “I’m sorry, Andrew. I thought –”

“No, you didn’t think,” he’d cut her off. “Just order like a normal person next time, okay?”

An angry looking man at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

An angry looking man at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

This pattern repeated week after week. Amanda would order beautifully in whatever language the dish originated from, and Andrew would belittle her efforts.

“Ich hätte gerne das Wiener Schnitzel, bitte [I would like the Wiener Schnitzel, please],” Amanda said one night in impeccable German.

“It’s ‘weiner snitchel,’ Amanda,” Andrew scoffed, bothering the name of the typical Austrian dish. “Stop trying to sound fancy.”

A plate of Wiener Schnitzel | Source: Pexels

A plate of Wiener Schnitzel | Source: Pexels

I watched as Amanda’s confidence dwindled with each passing week, and it broke my heart to see such talent and passion being stifled.

This particular Friday was different for some reason.

Amanda’s usual smile was strained as she and Andrew walked in. But I quickly realized why.

Behind them trailed an older couple I hadn’t seen before, but the family resemblance was clear. Andrew’s parents.

An older couple walking into a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

An older couple walking into a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

I approached their table with a notepad in hand. “Good evening, folks. What can I get you tonight?”

Amanda glanced at the menu, then at Andrew, before speaking softly. “I’ll have the pho ga, please.”

“It’s ‘foe guh,’ Amanda. God, do you have to be so pretentious all the time?”

Amanda’s cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry, I just –”

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An upset woman at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

“Don’t mind her,” Andrew cut in, addressing his parents. “She thinks she’s so smart, always showing off.”

His mother tutted sympathetically. “Oh, sweetie,” she said to Amanda, “are you always such a bragger? Can’t you speak normally?”

I gripped my pen tighter and felt my knuckles whitening. Amanda looked like she wanted to disappear.

Andrew leaned into her ear but whispered loud enough for me to hear. “Stop shaming me. Talk like a normal person.”

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A man at a restaurant leaning close to a woman | Source: Midjourney

When tears welled in Amanda’s eyes, I knew I couldn’t stand by any longer.

“Nín hǎo [Hello],” I said, addressing Andrew in Mandarin. “Qǐng bùyào rúcǐ cūlǔ de duìdài nín de nǚpéngyǒu [Please do not treat your girlfriend so rudely].”

Andrew’s jaw dropped. Amanda’s head snapped up, surprise replacing the hurt in her eyes.

“Xièxiè nǐ [Thank you],” Amanda replied, her Mandarin flowing smoothly. “Zhè duì wǒ yìyì zhòngdà [This means a lot to me].”

A woman at a restaurant looking up and smiling | Source: Midjourney

A woman at a restaurant looking up and smiling | Source: Midjourney

Andrew and his parents exchanged bewildered glances. “What’s going on?” he demanded. “What are you saying?”

“Oh, I was just asking you not to treat your girlfriend so rudely. And Amanda was thanking me, saying it means a lot to her,” I answered sweetly.

“I don’t believe you!” he accused me. “You’re making that up. You’re insulting us!”

“Son,” his father interjected, “maybe you should –”

An older man looking upset at a restaurant | Source: Pexels

An older man looking upset at a restaurant | Source: Pexels

“No!” Andrew slammed his hand on the table. “She’s lying. She has to be. Amanda, what did she say?”

Amanda sat up straighter, and her eyes sparkled. Something had changed. “She’s not lying, Andrew. And neither am I when I pronounce words correctly in other languages.”

“But… but I thought…” Andrew sputtered.

A man confused and surprised at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

A man confused and surprised at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

“You thought wrong,” Amanda said firmly. “I’ve spent years studying languages. Just because you don’t understand something doesn’t make it wrong or shameful.”

“So what, you’re some kind of genius now? Is that what you’re saying?”

“No,” Amanda replied. “I’m just someone who loves languages and has worked hard to learn them. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

A notebook and a book with notes on learning Spanish | Source: Pexels

A notebook and a book with notes on learning Spanish | Source: Pexels

Andrew’s mother chimed in, obviously embarrassed by the scene they were causing. “Sweetie, don’t you think it’s a bit… much? Always showing off like this?”

“It’s not showing off to use the skills you’ve worked hard to acquire” Amanda retorted. “Would you say the same thing to a musician playing an instrument well?”

“Well, I… that’s different.”

“How?” Amanda challenged. “How is it different?”

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A woman with a raised eyebrow at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

Andrew’s father cleared his throat. “Now, let’s all calm down. I’m sure we can-“

“No, Dad,” Andrew cut in. “I want to hear this. Go on, Amanda. Tell us how smart you are.”

I watched in anticipation as Amanda took a deep breath. “This isn’t about being smart or bragging! It’s about respect. Respect for other cultures, for the effort people put into learning, and for me as a person.”

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A smiling waitress | Source: Pexels

“Respect?” Andrew scoffed. “What about respecting me? Do you know how embarrassing it is when you start spouting off in some foreign language?”

“Embarrassing for whom?” Amanda shot back. “For you? Because you can’t understand it? Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, the problem isn’t with me speaking other languages but with your reaction to it?”

The restaurant had grown quiet as other diners watched the scene unfold. Andrew’s mother cleared her throat awkwardly. “Perhaps we should go somewhere else.”

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A busy restaurant | Source: Pexels

“I think that’s a good idea,” Amanda agreed and stood. “And I’ll be going home. Alone!” She turned to me. “Thank you for your kindness. Grazie mille. Danke schön. Muchas gracias!”

With that, she walked out and held her head high. I smiled and waited.

Andrew and his parents shuffled out soon after with their tails between their legs.

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A restaurant door | Source: Pexels

The following Friday, I was surprised to see Amanda walk in alone. She looked different, somehow lighter, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

“Table for one?” I asked.

She nodded, smiling. “Yes, please. And I’d love to chat if you have a moment.”

Once I’d seated her and taken her order, I pulled up a chair. “How are you doing?”

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A seated woman smiling | Source: Pexels

“Better than I have in a long time,” Amanda admitted. “I broke up with Andrew the day after… well, you know.”

I nodded encouragingly. “That must have been tough.”

“It was, but it was also liberating. I realized I’d been living in fear of his judgment for so long. When I told him it was over, he couldn’t believe it.”

“What did he say?” I asked, curious.

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A blonde woman smiling | Source: Pexels

“He said, ‘You’re making a mistake, Amanda. Who’s going to put up with your show-off behavior?’ Can you believe that?” Amanda shook her head. “I told him, ‘Someone who appreciates intelligence and curiosity! Someone unlike you.’”

I grinned. “Good for you! How did that feel?”

“Terrifying and exhilarating all at once,” Amanda laughed. “But you know what? Your intervention made me realize how much I’d been diminishing myself to make him comfortable. I’d forgotten how much joy I found in languages, and in learning about different cultures. I’d let him convince me it was something to be ashamed of.”

A smiling woman at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

“I’m glad I could help,” I said. “No one should make you feel small for being passionate about something.”

Amanda’s eyes shone. “Absolutely. And you know what? I’ve decided to apply for a job as a translator. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do but never dared to pursue.”

“That’s fantastic!” I exclaimed. “Where are you applying?”

A blonde woman at a restaurant | Source: Pexels

A blonde woman at a restaurant | Source: Pexels

“There’s an international non-profit organization that works with refugees. They need translators who can speak multiple languages fluently. It’s perfect for me.”

As we continued talking, switching between languages with ease, I marveled at the change in Amanda. She radiated confidence and enthusiasm, and just because I stepped in at last.

When it was time for me to get back to work, Amanda reached out and squeezed my hand. “Thank you again. For everything.”

Hand shake at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

Hand shake at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

I squeezed back. “Anytime and good luck!”

Sometimes, all it takes is one small act of kindness to help someone find their self-confidence again. And in a world full of different languages and cultures, all voices deserve to be heard, loud and clear.

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A smiling woman at an office | Source: Midjourney

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