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Warning: This article contains spoilers for And Just Like That season three, episode 12.

Carrie Bradshaw has finally found her third great love—and no, it’s not the sarcastic English conservative who lives downstairs, the insecure outdoorsy guy chopping wood in Virginia, or the reformed playboy currently tormenting the Peloton founder from the depths of hell. As the series finale of And Just Like That reveals, Carrie’s true soulmate is none other than herself… and a pumpkin pie.

Fans of Sex and the City already know this is the last we’ll see of Carrie. On August 1, Sarah Jessica Parker and Michael Patrick King announced that the SATC universe would end with this season of AJLT. The news triggered a whirlwind of emotions, much like the five stages of grief: denial (But Lisa’s dad hasn’t come back to life yet!), anger (Anthony completely forgot about Stanford!), bargaining (Maybe Socrates isn’t such a bad name for a dog), depression (I miss Duncan), and finally, acceptance (Did we ever really care about Charlotte’s vertigo?).

Some fans aren’t convinced this is truly the end, and even King hinted that wrapping up the show now wasn’t entirely planned. Still, it’s time to say goodbye. And in a twist no one saw coming, we can do so with peace of mind, knowing Carrie ends up exactly where she belongs: dancing alone in her over-the-top apartment, wearing an even more extravagant outfit—a hot pink sequin cardigan paired with a tulle skirt, a clear callback to her iconic white tutu.

This isn’t a sad ending—far from it. As a character who’s spent her life chasing men, Carrie closing the series as a single woman feels bold and refreshing. Of course, being happily single shouldn’t be seen as radical, especially not in 2025. Yet, as AJLT highlights with the unsettling doll placed across from Carrie when she dares to dine alone in the finale, society still treats single women like broken puzzles waiting to be fixed—especially if they dare to age past 27.

Much like the stigma around child-free women, there’s little room in the cultural narrative for the idea that a woman could be content without a partner. If we’re single, we’re expected to be constantly on the prowl, hunting for our next conquest. Otherwise, history paints us as lonely cat ladies, Miss Havishams, or witches. This outdated messaging is everywhere—from romantic getaway ads to classic rom-coms, even in the pitying look from a hotel clerk when you confirm you only need one key (yes, this happened to me on a solo trip to Lisbon last week). Even Bridget Jones couldn’t stay single after Mark Darcy’s death—in Helen Fielding’s latest book, Mad About the Boy, she ends up sleeping with her kids’ teacher.

Sex and the City itself reinforced these harmful stereotypes. Aside from Samantha, who championed the joys of choosing herself over a man, the show often defined its characters by their relationships. Sure, Charlotte once suggested they could be each other’s soulmates, but that was never enough. If it had been, would the series have ended with most of them paired off? And let’s not forget—as Miranda famously pointed out in an early episode—so much of their friendship revolved around talking about men.

As for Carrie, she never stopped craving male companionship—and, let’s be honest, male validation. She admits as much in the finale, telling Charlotte that after Big died, the thought of being alone terrified her.

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The irony is that Carrie’s life is objectively amazing. She has a thriving career, decades-long friendships with kind, funny, and incredibly patient women, and let’s not forget that Gramercy Park mansion. She even has a cat! That’s a lot of love, security, and happiness surrounding her. And none of it comes with the anxiety of endlessly chasing relationships with men.

Carrie isn’t waiting for anyone to text her back. She’s not obsessing over someone’s ex-wife or trying to decipher the meaning of an emoji. Instead, she’s dancing around her home, listening to Barry White’s You’re the First, the Last, My Everything—a song usually played at weddings. But here she is, enjoying it alone, because being happily single is just as worthy of celebration.

The final message is one of hope and strength—a much-needed reminder that Carrie’s life is full, with or without a man. It always has been.