Sarah Jessica Parker’s Wild Theory Puts ‘Sex & The City’ In A Whole New Light

When it comes to Sex & The City, my theory has long been that Carrie Bradshaw and her sassy troika of gal pals are just a younger, New York-ified version of The Golden Girls 
C’mon, the more you think about it, the more it makes sense. Charlotte is very obviously Rose, the mean and sassy Miranda is a total Sophia, and Samantha is one hundred percent Blanche
That leaves Dorothy for Carrie, which I guess would mean that Mr Big is Stan Zbornak, and look, I think we’re disappearing a little too deep down the rabbit hole at this point, but you get what I’m saying. 
In a recent interview with the Nerdist podcast, Sex & The City star Sarah Jessica Parker spun a wilder but equally credible theory about the show: that Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte are merely figments of columnist Carrie’s imagination. 
The logic, presumably, is that the three characters so perfectly represent the archetypes of single women trying to have it all in New York at the turn of the millennium that Carrie conjured them into being on her laptop.  
When the subject of TV fan theories came up on the podcast, Parker said: 

“I used to wonder if Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda were real. We don’t know if any of that stuff that happened is real … What we are seeing isn’t necessarily what happened in New York.”

Look, there was that one episode where Donald Trump hit on Samantha in a bar, which is a thing that very easily could have happened in New York at the time, but we take her point. 

Continuity-wise, Parker’s theory about the show being all inside Carrie’s head is a little hard to reconcile with the fact that her friends met and interacted with all the other characters on the show. 
It if were true, it would mean that everyone else – the funky-tasting spunk guy, the cleaner who nosed around in Miranda’s dildo drawer, Steve’s mom and so on – was also a mere figment of her imagination. 
Maybe we’ve been watching Sex & The City all wrong. Maybe it’s the harrowing tale of a woman sitting alone in a padded cell, driven mad by the vagaries of single life, typing out stories about her imaginary friends. 
I’ll need to watch the entire series again just to be sure. BBL, guys. 

Source: E! News.
Photo: HBO.