Sarah Jessica Parker is a goddess.
She’s an actress, a producer, a designer. She’s the woman who was instrumental in creating the most iconic TV show of a decade. She’s a mother of three, a wife. She’s a passionate advocate for UNICEF and AIDS research. She’s one of eight children who grew up working class in the plains of America’s mid-west and made it to the top of her field. The woman is New York City.
Sarah Jessica Parker is also 53 years old. She has been working since she was 11, when she stepped onto a Broadway stage as a child actor. Her ambition and grit, work ethic, style and talent has taken her far, made her millions and won her awards.
And what do we say about Sarah Jessica Parker now?
We say she looks old.
She appears on a red carpet in the most jaw-dropping work of art in an ocean of works-of-art and we peer at her and count her wrinkles. And then we bitch about them on the Internet.
Today the Australian online world - and surely in a short time, the entire internet - is faux hand-wringing over the commentary that has followed SJP's (she will forever be SJP to me, a card-carrying member of Generation X) show-stopping appearance at the MET.
Comments are being picked apart that question her hydration, her diet, her decision to take a risk with that eye colour at her age.
Sarah Jessica Parker's age is 53. She is not old. But she is not young.
Damn right she isn't. She's not innocent, not green, not inexperienced. She knows herself, she knows her body, she knows her taste.
She's the woman who wears a WHOLE NATIVITY SCENE on her head to a fashion gala.
That's the kind of confidence that only comes with age, or extreme naivety. And Sarah Jessica Parker is not naive.
It seems this commentary comes from (mostly) women who looked at SJP's face underneath the little baby Jesus, and were confused.