Dеbrа Wingеr, whоsе реrfоrmаnсеs in thе 1980’s аrе еtсhеd in оur hеаrts, is stunning аt 67

In a timeless tale of romance, Naval Officer Zack Mayo swept factory worker Paula into his arms and carried her from her workplace, leaving fans everywhere wishing they were the beautiful Debra Winger.

The legendary scene in the romantic drama an Officer and a Gentleman–where Richard Gere played Officer Zack Mayo, the handsome hero in navy whites–became the benchmark of love stories for daydreaming fans.

Actress Debra Winger poses backstage during the 54th Academy Awards at Dorothy Chandler Pavilion in Los Angeles,California. (Photo by Michael Montfort/Michael Ochs Archives/Getty Images)

Acting alongside Hollywood’s hottest men, Debra Winger was the envy of many.

Today, Winger, 67, is as beautiful as ever. In the past few years, Winger has posted photos herself on Instagram, first with brown hair and now to a natural wavy gray.

Winger’s first starring role was in the 1976 film Slumber Party ‘57, which led to a part on the hit TV series Wonder Woman (1979), where she played Drusilla, the younger sister to Lynda Carter’s Diana Prince/Wonder Woman. Winger was asked to appear more often but concerned she’d be typecast by that role, she declined.

There were no regrets for that decision, the early ‘80s would be prosperous for the rising star.

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At the height of her young career, she received numerous nods from the Academy and Golden Globes for performances in three iconic movies of the 1980’s.

In 1980, she starred in Urban Cowboy, with John Travolta, who at the time was driving fans wild with his smooth dance moves in Saturday Night Fever (1977) and Grease (1988); as Paula in an Officer and a Gentleman (1982) and in Terms of Endearment (1983), where she played Emma, a dying young woman with an over-bearing mother, Aurora, played by Shirley MacLaine.

Despite her huge success, Winger, carving hours from her acting schedule, took a mini Hollywood hiatus, and more than four decades after her rise to stardom, speculation of why she left is still circulating.

John Travolta and Debra Winger smile on set of the Paramount Pictures movie ‘Urban Cowboy” circa 1980. (Photo by Hulton Archive/Getty Images

Most of these rumours revolve around the feuds that Winger had with her co-stars.

Though fans couldn’t get enough of the handsome Gere, it’s been widely reported that Winger had enough of him on the set.

According to an excerpt published on ABC News from the book, “An Actor and a Gentleman,” by co-star, Louis Gossett Jr., who played Sgt. Emil Foley: “The onscreen chemistry between the two of them was terrific, but it was a different story once the camera was turned off. They couldn’t have stayed farther apart from each other.”

Gossett also claims that Winger didn’t think much of Gere’s acting and wrote that she once described Gere as “a brick wall.” And, the film’s director, Taylor Hackford, whom she also did not likе, she referred to as “animal.”

It wasn’t only people on that film that ruffled her feathers.

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Winger, a free spirit in real life and in her role as Emma, also clashed with the prolific MacLaine, a glamourous, eccentric and seasoned veteran.

Their first meeting set the stage for their relationship.

“To see how my character would feel I was wearing all my leftover movie-star fur coats,” MacLaine said in an interview with People. “There was Debra dressed in combat boots and a miniskirt…I thought, ‘Oh my goodness.’”

People writes, “Indeed, the set became the source of Hollywood’s most relished rumors. Winger wanted top billing. One reportedly slugged the other.”

And then, the women were pitted against each other in the Oscars when they were both nominated for best actress.

MacLaine, taking the trophy home, said in her acceptance speech, “I deserve this!”

Rumors aside, Winger insists she “pushed the pause button” on Hollywood for personal reasons and not professional.

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“The parts that were coming, I wasn’t interested in. I’d already done that or I’d already felt that. I needed to be challenged. My life challenged me more than the parts, so I dove into it fully,” Winger told People.

After starring in the 1995 romcom Forget Paris with Billy Crystal, Winger took a six-year break.

In that time, she moved to New York City and shifted her focus to actor Arliss Howard, whom she married in 1996. The pair have a son, Gideon Babe, who was born in 1997, and she is stepmother to Sam, Howard’s son from a previous marriage. She also has another biological child, Noah Hutton, whom she mothered while married to her first husband, Timothy Hutton (1986 to 1990).

She reappeared in the 2001 film Big Bad Love, that was directed and produced by her husband, who also co-starred alongside Winger and Rosanna Arquette, who’s next project was 2002 film Searching for Debra Winger. As director of the documentary, Arquette attempts to answer why Winger temporarily аbаndоned her career at peak performance.

Winger gained some momentum with roles in Rachel Getting Married (2008) with Anne Hathaway, the 2017 romcom The Lovers, and the crime-comedy, Kajillionaire (2020).

In 2021, she was in With/In, Volume two of the anthological drama film, in the segment Her Own, which is written and directed by her husband, who also co-stars.

“I don’t know what Hollywood is. I’m living under the freaking sign now, and I just stare at it and laugh. Los Angeles is a place, but the idea of Hollywood doesn’t really exist for me,” Winger said, adding, “…although there must be some in-crowds that I just don’t know about.”

Debra Winger and Gideon Babe Ruth Howard attend Netflix’s The Pale Blue Eye New York Tastemaker Screening at The Metrograph on November 29, 2022 in New York City. (Photo by Daniel Zuchnik/Getty Images for Netflix)

We can’t imagine a Hollywood without Debra Winger and we hope she soon gets to take home an Academy Award ! What are your favorite Winger movies?

My Stepmom Returned My Prom Dress to the Store Just a Day Before the Dance — the Reason Left Me Speechless

The night before prom, Gia is ready to lay out her clothes and have an easy night. But as she opens her closet to take out her dress, she finds it missing. Later, she discovers that her stepmother, Cindy, had returned the dress to the store… What on earth could be the reason?

My mom died when I was ten.

It was sudden, like the world had just stopped spinning. One minute, she was tucking me into bed, and the next, she was gone.

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Flowers on a headstone | Source: Midjourney

“I’ll always be with you, Gia,” she said one day as she tucked me in, her hands shaking wildly. “Whether I’m right next to you or not, I’ll always be here. Do you understand?”

I remember nodding sleepily as she kissed my cheek.

Losing her crushed my dad and me in ways I still can’t put into words. We were just completely… lost.

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A woman tucking her daughter into bed | Source: Midjourney

Then, a few years later, Dad married someone new. Cindy. Now, Cindy wasn’t evil or cruel or anything like that. If I’m being honest, she tried. She smiled a lot, bought me gifts, and cooked things that I enjoyed eating. She even waited for me to come home from school, ready to make me a toasted sandwich while asking me about my day.

But no matter what Cindy did, she wasn’t my mom. My heart just didn’t seem to let her in. And because of that, we never really clicked on a personal level.

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A smiling couple | Source: Midjourney

Fast forward to senior year:

I’m 17 and waiting for prom. And for the first time in forever, I felt excited about something. Dad gave me a budget for a dress, and I spent weeks scouring the internet for ideas.

When I finally found it, a gorgeous deep-blue gown that made me feel like an actual princess, I knew that it was the one.

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A smiling teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

“That’s it, Gia!” my friend Selene said as I stepped out of the dressing room.

“You think?” I asked. “You really think so?”

“Yes! Your eyes pop with the blue, and your skin looks so good with it. This is it, Gia. Don’t even waste your time looking for another dress.”

I smiled.

“Fine, let’s focus on you now,” I said.

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A teenage girl in a dressing room | Source: Midjourney

Standing in front of the mirror at the boutique, I felt like I could see the old me again, the one from before my life flipped upside down. There was a light in my eyes again.

Everything seemed perfect. For once, it felt like the universe was giving me a break. But that all shattered the day before prom.

I got home from school, ready to get into a bubble bath, shave, wash my hair, and have an early night. I was going to lay everything out before I went to bed — my dress, shoes, makeup options, all of it.

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A teenage girl’s vanity | Source: Midjourney

I ran up the stairs and flung my closet door open, hoping to give my dress a look-over before I got into the bath.

But it wasn’t there.

All I saw was the empty hanger.

I blinked hard, as if somehow my dream dress would magically appear before my eyes. Of course, it didn’t.

Where on earth is my dress?

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An empty hanger | Source: Midjourney

I yanked things off hangers and tore through drawers. Maybe I’d been careless and shoved it somewhere, right?

But deep down, I knew I hadn’t. I was so paranoid about wrinkling the dress that I had taken clothes off the hanger the day I brought it home. That dress had been the centerpiece of my week. I would never have misplaced it.

I ran downstairs, hoping to see my dad. He would have answers.

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A close up of a teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

Instead, Cindy was sitting at the kitchen island, cutting into veggies and sipping her tea like nothing was wrong.

“Gigi,” she said, using a name that only my dad called me. “Dad is away for the night because of work. He said that he’ll try to be back in time to see you off tomorrow.”

How could she talk like nothing happened? Like nothing was wrong?

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A woman busy in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“Cindy!” I exclaimed. “Have you seen my prom dress? It’s gone!”

She looked up, completely calm, like I hadn’t just dropped a bomb in the middle of the kitchen. I was starting to feel panicked. I could taste bitterness on my tongue. I was on the verge of a breakdown.

“Oh, that? Gia, I returned that to the store.”

“You did what?” I gasped.

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A shocked teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

It felt like my brain had short-circuited.

“I returned it,” she repeated as if she was telling me she’d picked up groceries at the store. “It just didn’t seem right, Gigi. It was too grown-up for you.”

I stood there, unable to move.

“How could you do that? Prom is tomorrow evening! Why would you touch my stuff without asking me?”

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A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney

Cindy tilted her head like I was overreacting.

“You’ll understand tomorrow,” she said quietly, sipping her tea.

Her nonchalance lit something inside me. I couldn’t believe she was acting so casual, like she hadn’t just taken the one thing I’d been looking forward to for months and thrown it in the trash.

I stormed up to my room, slamming the door so hard the walls shook. I buried my face in my pillow, tears soaking into the fabric.

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An upset girl | Source: Midjourney

How could she do this to me?

That night, I cried myself to sleep, my anger burning hot and bitter. I felt betrayed. She had no right to mess with my dress. She had no right to interfere with my prom.

But what did I expect?

Cindy wasn’t my mother.

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An upset girl in her bed | Source: Midjourney

The next morning, I woke up to the heavy weight of disappointment. I didn’t even want to go to prom anymore.

What was the point?

But Selene wasn’t having it.

“You need to find out why she did it,” she said over the phone. “It’s weird, right? Like, she has to have a reason. Just… talk to her, Gia.”

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A girl talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

I rolled my eyes.

“There’s no reason good enough for what she did.”

“Maybe,” Selene said. “But don’t you want to know?”

Selene had a point, and she knew it. So, against my better judgment, I dragged myself out of bed and went downstairs.

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A girl talking on a phone | Source: Midjourney

Cindy was waiting for me, dressed in jeans and an old sweatshirt, looking more nervous than I’d ever seen her.

“Come with me, Gigi,” she said quietly.

I stared at her for a long second. A part of me wanted to blow her off entirely. But there was something in her voice, something soft.

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A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney

Without a word, I followed her to her bedroom.

There was a box on her bed, wrapped in a bow.

“This belonged to your mom,” Cindy whispered, her voice catching. “I found it while cleaning a few weeks ago. I’ve been wanting to turn the attic into something new, like a little reading room.”

I froze.

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A box on a bed | Source: Midjourney

My heart hammered in my chest as she peeled away the tissue paper, revealing an elegant, vintage white dress. It was stunning — lace sleeves, delicate beadwork, the kind of timeless beauty that would never go out of style.

Cindy glanced up at me, her hands trembling slightly.

“I thought maybe you’d like to wear it. To prom. When I returned the blue dress, I took this one to be dry-cleaned.”

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A dress in a box | Source: Midjourney

For a moment, I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even think.

All the anger, all the resentment, all the hurt I’d held onto melted into shock.

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you, my darling,” Cindy whispered. “I just thought that this way, your mom could be with you. I will never replace her, Gia. But I wanted to give you something that mattered.”

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

Tears welled up in my eyes before I could stop them. All this time, I’d been so sure she was trying to ruin my prom. But instead, she was giving me the most meaningful gift she ever could.

That night, I wore my mom’s dress to prom.

As soon as I slipped it on, I felt her with me, like she was wrapping me in a hug. The dress fit perfectly. Cindy helped me with my hair, and for the first time, I saw her not as someone trying to replace my mom, but as someone who cared. For me. Deeply.

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A crying teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

When I walked downstairs, my dad was waiting. His eyes widened, and his breath caught.

“Thank goodness I made it,” he said, tears brimming in his eyes. “You look just like Mom!”

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A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

The prom was magical. And as I danced with my friends, I saw once again that Cindy hadn’t stolen anything from me. She’d given me something priceless.

A way to feel connected with my mom again. And I felt so beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

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A teenage girl in her prom dress | Source: Midjourney

When I got home, Cindy was sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket.

“You’re waiting up for me?” I asked, kicking off my shoes.

“Of course, my darling,” she said. “I wanted to know how your night went. And I’ve got ice cream in the freezer. Mint choc-chip. Your favorite. We can eat it while you tell me.”

That’s when I broke down. In that moment, I knew Cindy wasn’t just my dad’s wife. She was someone who loved me, too.

And maybe, just maybe, that was going to be enough.

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