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!”

My FIL Moved Into Our House After My MIL Ended Up in the Hospital & He Tried to Make Me His Maid — He Didn’t Expect My Response

When my father-in-law moved into our home, I thought we were doing him a favor. But soon, his presence turned into something I never could’ve anticipated — something that tested my patience, my marriage, and my limits.

When my mother-in-law ended up in the hospital unexpectedly, my father-in-law, Frank seemed utterly lost. He’d always depended on her for everything — cooking, cleaning, even remembering to take his medication. Without her, he was like a rudderless ship.

Senior couple having tea in their backyard | Source: Midjourney

Senior couple having tea in their backyard | Source: Midjourney

“I don’t know what to do with myself,” he admitted when my husband, Brian, and I visited him a few days after the incident. His cheerful voice was low, and his shoulders drooped.

Brian squeezed my hand, giving me the look — the one that said he was about to make an impulsive decision I’d have to clean up later. Sure enough, he turned to his dad and said, “Why don’t you come stay with us for a bit? It’ll be better than being alone.”

Son talking to his depressed dad | Source: Midjourney

Son talking to his depressed dad | Source: Midjourney

Frank’s eyes lit up, and before I could process what just happened, he was moving into our guest room with an alarming amount of suitcases for someone who claimed it was “temporary.”

At first, it was fine. He seemed grateful, even a bit shy about imposing. But then little things started to change.

“Hey, dear,” he called out one afternoon while I was on a Zoom call for work. “Can you grab me some coffee? I can’t find the pods.”

“They’re right on the counter,” I replied.

“Yeah, but you know how to work the machine better,” he said, chuckling as though I’d find this endearing.

Senior man seated next to a coffee making machine | Source: Midjourney

Senior man seated next to a coffee making machine | Source: Midjourney

Then it was, “Can you fix me a sandwich?” and “Don’t forget my toast in the mornings, I like it just golden.” One day, he even handed me a basket of his clothes, saying, “I’ll need these for golf tomorrow. Thanks, daughter.”

Each time, Brian was “too busy” to notice. But my patience? That was wearing dangerously thin. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could play along.

The breaking point came on a Thursday evening — a night I’ll never forget. My father-in-law decided to host poker night at our house, apparently without feeling the need to ask me first.

“Just a couple of guys, nothing big,” he’d said that morning, flashing a grin as he searched through the fridge. “We’ll keep it clean. You’ll barely notice we’re here.”

Senior man standing next to the fridge talking to his daughter-in-law | Source: Midjourney

Senior man standing next to the fridge talking to his daughter-in-law | Source: Midjourney

Barely notice? By 8 p.m. the living room was transformed into a smoky den of laughter, chips clinking, and loud chatter. And me? I was in the kitchen, balancing trays of snacks and refilling drinks like an unpaid server.

“Hey, we’re out of beer!” one of his friends yelled. “Sweetheart,” Frank called to me, not even bothering to stand, “Can you grab some from the garage?” I clenched my jaw, my blood boiling, but I grabbed the beer.

When another one of his friends tapped his glass and said, “A little more ice,” I nearly lost it.

Senior men hanging out | Source: Midjourney

Senior men hanging out | Source: Midjourney

After the game, as Frank walked his buddies to the door, I overheard him chuckling and saying to Brian, “See? That’s how you should treat a woman.”

The words hit me like a slap. I felt my stomach twist as the realization sunk in. This wasn’t just about poker night — it was about a pattern. I’d seen it for years in the way Frank treated my MIL like she was there solely to cater to him. Now he was training my husband to do the same.

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Father and son having a conversation | Source: Midjourney

It started small, almost unnoticeable. “Hey, can you grab me a drink while you’re up?” Brian would ask, even when I wasn’t already standing. At first, I didn’t think much of it — he’d always been good about splitting chores and being considerate. But then, those small favors turned into expectations.

One evening, as I was folding laundry, Brian walked past with a plate from his dinner. Instead of putting it in the sink like he always did, he left it on the coffee table. “Can you take care of that?” he asked, not even breaking stride.

Another time, I was in the middle of preparing dinner when he strolled into the kitchen. “Don’t forget I need my blue shirt ironed for tomorrow,” he said, planting a kiss on my cheek like it would soften the demand.

Couple in the kitchen preparing dinner | Source: Midjourney

Couple in the kitchen preparing dinner | Source: Midjourney

That was it. “No, Brian,” I said, my voice firm. “I’ve taken it seriously enough. You both need to understand—this stops now. I am not your maid, and I am not his either.”

The tension in the room was thick, and I could see Brian’s stunned face as I walked out, determined that things were about to change—for good.

The very next morning, after a sleepless night of seething and strategizing, I sat down at the dining table with my laptop and began typing out a “rental agreement.” I wasn’t going to charge Frank rent, but I wanted clear, no-nonsense rules. If he was going to stay under our roof, things were going to change.

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Woman using her laptop | Source: Pexels

The rules were simple but non-negotiable:

  1. I cook one meal for everyone each day. If someone wants something else, they can cook it themselves.
  2. If you’re physically capable of doing something, you do it yourself—this includes fetching drinks, laundry, and cleaning up after meals.
  3. Everyone cleans up after themselves. Dishes go in the dishwasher, not the sink. The laundry will be folded and put away by the person who wore it.
  4. If you invite guests over, you’re responsible for hosting them, including food, drinks, and cleanup.
  5. No sexist comments or behavior — this house operates on mutual respect, period.
  6. Contributions to household chores are expected, not optional. You live here; you pitch in.
Identical cubes with RULES inscription | Source: Pexels

Identical cubes with RULES inscription | Source: Pexels

I printed it out, stapled the pages together, and waited until Frank came into the kitchen. He looked startled to see me sitting there, sipping my coffee with a hard copy of the rules in front of me.

“Morning,” he said cautiously, sensing the shift in my demeanor.

“Morning,” I replied, pushing the document toward him. “We need to talk.”

“What’s this?” he asked, frowning as he scanned the first page.

“It’s a rental agreement for staying in this house,” I said evenly. “These are the rules moving forward.”

Frank blinked at me, his face turning red. “Rules? What is this, the army? I’m your guest!”

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Annoyed senior man | Source: Midjourney

“No,” I said sharply. “You’re not a guest anymore. You’ve been here for weeks. You’re family, which means you’re not entitled to sit back while everyone else waits on you. This is how it’s going to work if you’re staying here.”

Brian walked in midway through the exchange, yawning and rubbing his eyes. “What’s going on?” he asked, glancing between us.

“Your wife is trying to turn this house into a dictatorship,” Frank said, slapping the paper onto the table.

Brian picked up the agreement and skimmed it. “Uh, isn’t this a bit… much?” he said, hesitating.

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Young man in deep thoughts reading a document | Source: Pexels

“No, Brian,” I said, meeting his eyes. “What’s much is your father treating me like I’m his maid? And lately, you’ve started doing the same. That stops today.”

The room fell silent. Frank looked like he was ready to explode, and Brian seemed torn. But I held my ground, unflinching.

“You can either follow the rules,” I said, standing up, “or find somewhere else to stay.”

Frank opened his mouth to argue but closed it again, realizing I wasn’t bluffing. For the first time in weeks, I felt in control — and I wasn’t about to let that go.

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Young woman and a senior man having a conversation | Source: Midjourney

When my mother-in-law, Sarah, finally came home from the hospital, I was both nervous and relieved. Nervous because I had no idea how she’d react to what I’d done, and relieved because, frankly, Frank had been a handful.

As she settled on the couch, sipping the tea I’d made her, I slid the “rental agreement” across the table. “Sarah,” I began, choosing my words carefully, “I need you to see this. It’s something I worked on while Frank was staying here.”

Her brows furrowed as she read, her lips tightening at first. By the time she got to Rule 5, she glanced up at me with a knowing smile. “Oh, I like this one,” she said. “Mutual respect. Novel concept for him.”

Senior woman smiling while reading a document | Source: Midjourney

Senior woman smiling while reading a document | Source: Midjourney

I exhaled, grateful she didn’t seem offended. “I know you care deeply about him,” I said, sitting beside her. “But Sarah, he’s been relying on you for far too long. It’s not fair to you. And while he was here… well, let’s just say I realized how much you’ve been carrying all these years.”

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Her eyes softened, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of exhaustion. “You’re right,” she said quietly. “It’s been like this since the day we got married. I just… I thought it was my job.”

“No,” I said firmly, taking her hand. “It’s time for him to step up. Not just for your sake, but for his.

Sarah chuckled, shaking her head. “I wish I’d done this years ago.”

Senior woman and her daughter in law reading a document | Source: Midjourney

Senior woman and her daughter in law reading a document | Source: Midjourney

When Frank came into the room, Sarah waved the paper in the air. “You’ve got work to do, mister,” she said, her voice playful but firm.

He groaned, muttering something about a conspiracy, but Sarah stood her ground.

As they walked into the kitchen together, I couldn’t help but smile. For the first time, it felt like Sarah wasn’t carrying the entire load alone.

“Hey,” Brian said, coming up behind me. “You really think he’ll stick to it?”

I turned, watching Sarah guide Frank to the sink where she handed him a dish towel. For the first time, he didn’t argue — he just started drying.

I smiled, my voice steady. “He doesn’t have a choice. Because this time, we’re all playing by the rules.”

Family setting dinner on the table | Source: Midjourney

Family setting dinner on the table | Source: Midjourney

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