Hey, SJP—Why don't you STFU?

You know, I used to love Sarah Jessica Parker. She was Patty Greene! She was Rusty! She was Janey Glenn! She was Carolyn! She was SanDeE*, for crying out loud!

Then she was Carrie Bradshaw—a character with whom I have a very love-hate relationship, much as the show of which it was the star, because for all the infuriating, anti-feminist, anything-for-my-guy claptrap that the character and the show offered up for consumption, there was even more groundbreaking, moving, anything-for-my-girls messaging that spoke to the abiding friendships among women outside of the usual narratives of cattiness, competition, and other disparaging clichés.

And I always had this sense that SJP was, in real life, a sort of really progressive, woman-positive geek girl like me.

But here's the thing: Progressive, woman-positive geek girls don't give public cover to abusers of women, and they don't respond to being named Maxim's Unsexiest Woman Alive by saying they don't care about the survey and: "What they don't know is that one day I'll wake up fat. But I'll still be happy, just like I am now."

Because, ya know, if you're fat, you can't possibly be sexy. I'm relieved to hear, however, that SJP will still manage to find happiness despite being a hideous monster, when she wakes up fat one day.