I love Mondays. Mainly because of The Guardian’s Monday supplement G2 and its ‘Ask Hadley’ series. Every Monday Hadley Freeman answers sartorial questions in a witty and often unexpected way. And I rarely disagree. But when it comes to blaspheming Carrie Bradshaw, I can’t just sit and watch injustice happen.

The impertinent insolence titled ‘Does anyone want to dress like Carrie Bradshaw anymore?’

I stumbled through the article and tripped over the highlighted phrase ‘The whole Sex and the City look has become a parody in itself.’

Was dressing like CB ever the idea? Or shouldn’t the question be ‘Did anyone ever want to dress like Carrie Bradshaw?’

I am not known to be particularly fashion forward or brave when it comes to fashion trends. Neither am I an early adopter, let alone a trendsetter. But I always thought of Carrie Bradshaw as a style icon. An inspiration. A source of ideas.

Of course you wouldn’t want to leave the house like this:

But neither would that be an appropriate school-gates-look:

Admittedly, Vivienne Westwood was mentioned more than once in the movie. So what? Does it mean the movie was less authentic? For me this mention made the movie even more real. Imagine your wedding dress had been a present of one of the most influential British designers of all times. I personally would have gone on and on about it. I might have even blogged about it.

And what’s with all that slagging off Carrie’s dress sense in Paris? What’s not to love? The Sonia Rykiel jumper?

The red Oscar de la Renta dress?

I would wear it. Right now. Without hesitation. And by the way, Eiffel Tower jumpers are very much du jour, mon amour.

To me, Sex and the City never was ‘a sweet idealisation of how many young women would dress if they had the nous and a few extra funds’. It was and still is about four friends that go through a lot together; the idealisation of female best friends that happen to be extraordinarily dressed.

But then, what do I get upset about a supplement that calls this the ‘Look of the week’?