Sarah Jessica Parker Claps Back at Haters Criticizing Her Gorgeous Gray Hair

Sarah Jessica Parker is known for playing the fashionable character Carrie Bradshaw in the HBO show “Sex and the City.” However, the “Footloose” star often faces criticism for her real-life fashion choices.

Sarah Jessica Parker is famous for playing the stylish Carrie Bradshaw on the HBO show “Sex and the City.” During her time on the show, she became a fashion icon, inspiring women all over the world with her glamorous looks.

Many women looked up to her as a trendsetter, using fashion to express themselves and their feelings. However, in real life, Parker has never been as passionate about fashion. In a 2012 interview with People, she said that she doesn’t relate to her character’s fashion sense. She explained:

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“It’s not how I think of myself, and I think it’s probably the healthier approach.”

Parker likes nice clothes and beautiful things, but you won’t catch her in a tutu at the grocery store. She believes that fashion takes a backseat to life, especially since she has three kids. She stated:

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“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.”

People have often noticed her style choices. In an interview with Vogue, she mentioned that she finds it funny when people criticize her looks.

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Over the years, she has faced backlash for her fashion choices, including a much-discussed outfit at the Met Gala. Parker said that people borrow styles that resonate with them at different times, but some will always dislike them. She doesn’t understand why people criticize her choices. “So, what’s the point of the criticism?” she asked.

Parker has learned to ignore her critics. For her everyday outfits, she chooses what she likes without worrying too much about whether it matches.

“Unsexiest Woman Alive”

Parker also faced tough times when Maxim magazine named her “Unsexiest Woman Alive” because she doesn’t fit certain beauty standards, like getting Botox or having fuller lips. She felt that this title was harsh and hurtful, affecting her and her husband, actor Matthew Broderick.

Things got worse when paparazzi took unflattering pictures of Parker having lunch with TV host Andy Cohen. She was makeup-free with her gray hair showing, leading to negative comments about her age. Cohen defended her, pointing out that he has gray hair too and called the comments “misogynistic.”

Parker did not stay quiet about the criticism. During an interview with Vogue, she spoke about how people seem to enjoy seeing others struggle with aging. She said:

“It almost feels as if people don’t want us to be perfectly OK with where we are, as if they almost enjoy us being pained by who we are today.”

She added, “I know what I look like. I have no choice. What am I going to do about it? Stop aging? Disappear?”

However, this was not the last of the harsh comments. In 2018, she faced ridicule again after wearing an ornate headpiece to the Met Gala. People mocked her looks online, calling her a senior citizen.

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In June 2023, during a chat with Howard Stern, she discussed Hollywood’s obsession with cosmetic surgery and aging. When asked how she views herself, she said, “I’m presentable,” but added that she doesn’t enjoy looking in the mirror. She acknowledged that she thinks about cosmetic procedures but has never had plastic surgery, although she has tried skin treatments like peels.

Parker reflected on potentially getting a facelift at 44 but was uncertain about it. Stern expressed relief that she hadn’t gone through with it. She understands why some people choose procedures but knows that there is societal pressure about aging. She recalled the viral photo with Cohen, where people criticized her but ignored his gray hair.

Now in her late 50s, Parker remains unbothered by her critics and has clear thoughts on aging. She said in an August 2023 interview:

“I just don’t spend that much time [thinking about appearance]. It’s not that I don’t have an ego, that I don’t have a decent, healthy amount of vanity, but I just don’t want to spend that much time really deconstructing it all.”

Choosing Family over Fashion

Despite facing criticism over her fashion choices, Parker prioritizes her family. During New York Fashion Week in 2006, while others rushed to find the perfect outfits, she chose to stay home with her family. Her son James had just started school, and she wanted to be there for him.

Now, attending events is challenging since she has three kids. She and Broderick welcomed their first child, James Wilkie, on October 28, 2002, and he is now a student at Brown University. Their twins, Tabitha and Marion, were born on June 23, 2009, through a surrogate.

Though some fans criticize her, Broderick remains supportive. He often praises Parker’s beauty and feels lucky to be with her.

They married in a surprise ceremony on May 19, 1997, and have been happy ever since. Parker mentioned that their relationship thrives because they spend time apart and then come back together. She said on a podcast:

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“I know this sounds nuts, but we have lives that allow us to be away and come back together.”

Broderick often shares how much he admires Parker, recalling their first date and how he remembers her clearly walking toward him.

Despite the negative comments and criticism, Parker feels secure in her relationship, partly due to Broderick’s constant support. He calls her “just a great, beautiful, hilarious person!”

I Gave Birth to a Child After 20 Years of Waiting & Treatment — When My Husband Saw Him, He Said, ‘Are You Sure This One Is Mine?’

The day my son was born should have been the happiest of my life. Instead, it was the day my entire world began to fall apart. When my husband finally showed up at the hospital, what he said left me questioning everything.

I’ve been married to my husband, Ethan, for 21 years. For most of that time, we’ve battled infertility. I’ve shed more tears than I ever thought possible—tears of hope, disappointment, and despair.

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Stressed out woman | Source: Midjourney

When we first started trying, Ethan seemed supportive enough, attending doctor’s appointments and holding my hand as we navigated the maze of treatments. But as the years dragged on, something shifted. He started behaving… differently.

I brushed it off for the longest time, convincing myself it was just the strain of our situation. After all, infertility takes its toll on a marriage. But his late nights at work and secret calls became more frequent.

I’d hear him murmur things like, “I’ll call you later,” before quickly hanging up when I walked in.

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Man seated in his office at night | Source: Midjourney

It was unsettling, but I chose not to focus on it. I was so consumed by the desperate desire for a child that I couldn’t allow myself to spiral into paranoia.

By the time I turned 40, I had nearly given up hope. But something in me—call it stubbornness or sheer desperation—refused to let go completely. I decided to try one last time. Ethan seemed indifferent, mumbling something about “whatever makes you happy” when I told him about my decision. That hurt more than I cared to admit.

And then, against all odds, it happened. I got pregnant.

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A person holding a positive pregnancy test | Source: Pexels

“Ethan,” I’d whispered, holding the positive pregnancy test in shaky hands. “We did it. I’m pregnant.”

“That’s… great. That’s really great,” he said, but his tone was off. Forced. I ignored it, focusing on my own joy.

Nine months later, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Ethan refused to be in the delivery room

“I’ll just pass out,” he’d said when I begged him to stay. “They’ll end up taking care of me instead of you.”

So, I went through it alone. And when he finally walked into the hospital room two hours later, his first words shattered me.

“Are you sure this one’s mine?” he said, his voice cold and flat.

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Newborn baby covered in blue blanket | Source: Pexels

I felt like I’d been slapped. “What? Ethan, how can you even ask me that? Of course, he’s yours! We’ve been trying for this baby for years!

His jaw tightened, and he reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out something I couldn’t see. “I have proof,” he said.

My world tilted. What proof? What could he possibly mean?

He started telling me this wild story about how his mother had “proof” I’d been unfaithful—photos of a man supposedly waiting for me outside our house, and how she claimed no baby had been delivered from the room I gave birth in, but that someone had brought in a different baby to make it look like mine.

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Man standing in a hospital room | Source: Pexels

I stared at him, dumbfounded. “This is insane. It’s all lies! You really believe her?”

“She wouldn’t lie to me,” he said, his tone cold. “She’s my mother.”

“And I’m your wife. The one who went through everything to have this baby. The one who almost died giving birth to him! And you’re standing here accusing me of…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

He turned on his heel, his expression unreadable. “I’ll be back when I’m ready to talk,” he said, walking out the door and leaving me sitting there, trembling with rage and hurt.

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Woman holding her newborn baby | Source: Midjourney

The moment he left, I grabbed my phone and called my best friend, Lily. She picked up on the first ring.

“Claire? What’s wrong?”

I couldn’t hold back the tears. “He thinks I cheated on him. He said his mom has proof. Lily, it’s insane. I don’t know what to do.”

“Okay, slow down,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “Start from the beginning.”

By the time I finished explaining, Lily’s voice had taken on a hard edge. “Something’s not right, Claire. You need to watch him. He is not acting normal.”

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Woman on phone | Source: Midjourney

“Watch him? How?”

“I’ll do it,” she said without hesitation. “If he’s up to something, I’ll find out.”

Hours later, she called back after tracking him. “Claire, he went to another woman’s house. I saw him go in.”

My heart stopped. “What?”

“Listen to me,” Lily said urgently. “This doesn’t add up. You need help—professional help. Hire someone who can dig into this.”

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Emotional woman on phone | Source: Midjourney

A few days later, I contacted Lydia, a private investigator Lily had highly recommended. She listened intently, as I recounted every detail.

“This is messy,” she said finally, her sharp eyes meeting mine. “But I’ll get answers. Give me two days.”

Two days. All I could do now was wait.

When I brought Liam home from the hospital, Ethan wasn’t there. No text, no call—just a chilling, empty silence.

What kind of father doesn’t show up for his son?

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Woman holding a newborn baby | Source: Midjourney

The waiting was unbearable. I checked my phone every five minutes, hoping for a word from Lydia, the private investigator. When the doorbell rang early the next morning, I almost jumped out of my skin.

Lydia’s face was serious, her lips pressed into a thin line. “We need to talk.”

I led her into the kitchen, settling Liam into his bassinet. Lydia’s eyes softened when she glanced at him.

She leaned forward, her voice calm but deliberate. “I spoke with Ethan’s sister.”

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Women having a serious conversation | Source: Midjourney

“His sister?” My eyebrows knitted. “We don’t talk. She’s… well—”

“She’s not an addict as you think” Lydia interrupted. “She’s been sober for years, and she told me a lot—things that are going to change everything for you.”

“What kind of things?” I asked.

“Ethan married you for your money,” she said bluntly. “His entire family knew. They planned it from the beginning.”

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Women having a serious conversation | Source: Midjourney

“What?” My voice cracked, my grip tightening on the edge of the table.

“For the past twenty years, he’s been siphoning money from your inheritance. Not just for himself, but to support another family—his other family. He has three children with another woman.”

“No… you’re wrong,” I shouted.

“I’m not,” Lydia said, sliding a folder toward me. “It’s all here—bank records, medical bills, and photos. And there’s more. It looks like Ethan might’ve been sabotaging your attempts to conceive.”

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A person receiving printed documents | Source: Pexels

I froze, staring at her. “What… what do you mean?”

“Some of the clinics you went to—there’s evidence he tampered with things. He didn’t want you to get pregnant, Claire.”

My chest felt tight. I could barely breathe.

Lydia’s words hung in the air, suffocating me. I could barely think. “Sabotaging my treatments?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Another family? How… how could he do this to me?”

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Stressed out woman | Source: Midjourney

I glanced at Liam in his bassinet, his tiny hand curling and uncurling in sleep. The weight of twenty years crashed over me like a tidal wave. Memories I’d once cherished now felt tainted. The little gestures of love, the whispered promises of forever—it had all been a lie.

The sobs started quietly, but soon they came in waves, shaking me to my core. How could I have been so blind? So foolish? I’d spent years blaming myself—my body—for our struggles to conceive, while Ethan had been sabotaging me.

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Stressed out woman | Source: Midjourney

I thought of every late-night appointment, every failed treatment, and every moment I’d spent crying in the dark while he faked concern.

“I trusted him,” I said aloud, my voice breaking. “I loved him, Lydia. I gave him everything.”

Lydia stood, placing a steadying hand on my arm. “And that’s why you have to fight back, Claire. He doesn’t deserve your tears. Think about Liam. He needs you strong.”

I looked at Liam, my tears slowing as anger replaced the grief. Lydia was right. My son needed me. I wiped my face, my resolve hardening with every breath.

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Mother cradling her newborn baby | Source: Midjourney

“You’re right,” I said finally, my voice steadier now. “I’m not going to let him get away with this.”

I picked up my phone, staring at the screen for a long moment before dialing. “James,” I said when my lawyer answered. “We need to talk. It’s about Ethan.”

A few days later, I heard the familiar rumble of Ethan’s car pulling into the driveway. The divorce papers were laid out neatly on the kitchen table, ready for him.

I stayed in the living room, Liam nestled in his bassinet beside me, as I waited for him to walk in. The door opened, and Ethan stepped inside.

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Mother holding her baby | Source: Midjourney

“Claire?” he called, his tone tentative, like he already knew he was walking into a trap.

“I’m here,” I said, keeping my voice steady.

I didn’t waste a second. “Why are you abandoning your son?” I asked, each word deliberate and sharp.

He blinked, startled. “What? I’m not abandoning anyone. Claire, I… I’m sorry, okay? I was confused and emotional. I said a lot of stupid things that I didn’t mean. None of it was true.”

“Really?” I tilted my head. “Then why didn’t you pick us up from the hospital? Where were you for three days? Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

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Couple having a disagreement | Source: Midjourney

He hesitated, but then his expression smoothed into that familiar, disarming smile. “I had an urgent business trip,” he said, his voice oozing fake sincerity.

“Claire, I swear, I wasn’t ignoring you. I would never do that. I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“Interesting,” I said, leaning back slightly. “What are your three kids’ names?”

His entire face froze. The smile evaporated, replaced by a look of pure shock. For the first time, the mask slipped, and I saw the man underneath—the liar, the manipulator.

“I—” he started, but no words came out.

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Couple having a disagreement | Source: Midjourney

“Save it,” I said, cutting him off with an icy glare. “I know everything, Ethan. When you leave today,” I said, standing and turning toward the stairs, “make sure to grab the divorce papers from the kitchen table. Thanks.”

I didn’t wait for his reply. I carried Liam upstairs, my heart racing.

A moment later, I heard the front door slam shut. When I came back down later, the papers were gone. It was finally over.

After a couple of few weeks, the settlement was finalized. Ethan left with a modest payout—a sum I considered a bargain to rid my life of his toxic presence. The house, cars, and businesses stayed with me, thanks to the mountain of evidence my legal team presented.

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Woman in deep thoughts | Source: Midjourney

My lawyers were also building strong cases against Ethan and the fertility clinics that had conspired with him. “This will take time,” my attorney, James, warned me. “But I’m confident we’ll win.”

Time was something I was willing to invest in. For now, my focus was on Liam. He deserved a life free of lies, and deceit.

One evening, as I rocked Liam to sleep, I whispered softly to him, “I’ll make sure you never grow up doubting your worth, little one.”

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Mother cradling her baby to sleep | Source: Midjourney

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