Say it with us: We couldn’t help but wonder… is this really the end of Carrie Bradshaw? Or is she just off sipping a cosmopolitan on the Left Bank, giving side-eye to French men in fedoras?
With the final season of And Just Like That wrapping up (no, we’re still not over Samantha’s one-minute WhatsApp cameo), it feels like we’re being forced to say goodbye. Not just to a character—but to a whole era of unapologetic romanticism, fashion fantasy, and internal monologues that felt a little too on the nose.
Carrie Bradshaw wasn’t just a writer in Dior—she was our emotional support columnist. She asked the questions we didn’t know we needed to ask, like:
– “Can you be friends with an ex?”
– “Do we ever really get over our first love?”
– “Is it okay to spend more on shoes than rent?” (Spoiler: Carrie says yes.)
But the final episodes of And Just Like That gave us a different kind of Carrie. Softer. Reflective. Still sartorially daring, yes—but also grounded in something deeper than tulle and takeout. She’s grown up, and (gasp) maybe we have too?
Here’s What Carrie Taught Us—One Manolo at a Time:
1. Love is messy. And that’s okay.
Whether she was falling for Mr. Big, Aidan, Aleksandr Petrovsky (aka the human red flag), or letting go of all of them, Carrie reminded us that love doesn’t come with neat endings—or neat shoes, for that matter. Sometimes, closure comes in the form of a voicemail. Or a very expensive pair of heels.
2. Fashion is your armor, your therapy, your identity.
Carrie didn’t dress for the plot—she was the plot. Who else would wear a belt over bare abs? Or treat a tutu as appropriate streetwear? Through every heartbreak, fashion faux pas, and fumbled date, her style remained gloriously hers.
3. You’re allowed to not have it all figured out.
She was chaotic. Impulsive. Occasionally self-sabotaging. But Carrie never pretended to be perfect. And that’s what made her powerful. She stumbled in five-inch stilettos, got back up, and made it look chic.
4. Life doesn’t end at 30. Or 40. Or 55.
And Just Like That reminded us that stories don’t stop when the fairytale ends. Carrie navigated grief, reinvention, new love, and podcasting (badly, bless her) with the same energy she once reserved for dating drama and shoe sales. Ageing? She did it her way—with awkward charm and a feathered headpiece.
So… Is This Really the End?
We’ve watched her say goodbye—first to Big, then to her iconic apartment, and finally to that signature column. But with Carrie, endings have always felt suspiciously like new beginnings.
She may be putting the pen (keyboard?) down, but in typical Bradshaw fashion, she’s left us asking questions. What if she writes again? What if she starts a substack? What if she and Aidan actually work it out? What if she opens a vintage shoe shop in Rome?
One thing’s for sure: Even if the cosmos stop flowing, Carrie Bradshaw lives on. In every slightly unhinged outfit choice, every brunch therapy session, every over-analysis of a text that just said “k.”
And just like that… we’re still not ready to say goodbye.
