After all these years, I don’t think there’s ever been a Rizzo as charming or relatable as Stockard Channing.
Channing was a talented actress, and her singing in *Grease* was amazing. But now, at 80 years old, she looks almost unrecognizable.
The first movie I ever saw Stockard Channing in was called *The Big Bus*, and I thought it was really funny. Back then, I never could have guessed that she would go on to have such an amazing career.
Today, Stockard Channing is best known for playing Betty Rizzo in *Grease*. *Grease* is a 1978 musical romantic comedy film based on a musical from 1971 with the same name. Many people, including me, think Channing was the best Rizzo out of everyone who has ever played the role.
A lot of people also know Channing from the TV show *The West Wing*, where she played First Lady Abbey Bartlet. Her acting was praised, especially her natural chemistry with Martin Sheen, who played President Josiah Bartlet.
“It just worked,” she said in an interview with *Entertainment Weekly* in 2020.
“We had this chemistry from the beginning. I don’t know what it was, but we had it and it didn’t go away. It was a happy accident.”
Starring as Betty Rizzo
Let’s take a closer look at the highlight of Stockard Channing’s career. To be honest, she hasn’t been in any major movies since Grease, even though she has kept acting in films and on Broadway.
Channing, who has been nominated for 13 Emmy Awards and seven Tony Awards, seems completely okay with being best known for playing the “bad girl” Betty Rizzo, one of the Pink Ladies in Grease.
But is that really all there is to her story?
Back in 1973, Channing had a small breakthrough when she starred in the TV movie The Girl Most Likely to…. It was a dark comedy about revenge.
“A lot of people talk about the G-word [Grease] and all of that, but back in the day, I had just as many people stop me on the street because of that one movie,” she said. “Because it’s about revenge, and people would sit in their living rooms and think, ‘Oh, I’m the only person watching this’ or ‘this person understands me.’ I’m not kidding. It was a million years ago, and then it was the highest-rated movie of the week. Revenge always works.”
Channing says she has only watched Grease twice.
“I used to be grumpy about Grease because I thought it was a kids’ movie or something. But now it’s kind of amazing. I’m very proud of it,” she told The Times in 2019.
The actress, who was born in Manhattan, was 33 years old when she played Rizzo, and playing a high school teenager wasn’t easy for her.
“I was much older than Rizzo in real life, but I couldn’t think about that. I had to imagine what I felt like when I was her age, or even younger. I thought about the complexity of being a teenager, with all the hormones, feelings, and issues around sexuality. Being older helped me show Rizzo’s sense of isolation,” Channing told Broadway World.
Channing, who got interested in acting at a young age, was very excited when she was offered the role of Rizzo. Her performance made her a big star in the late 1970s. She even won a People’s Choice Award for Favorite Motion Picture Supporting Actress. However, the actress from New York found it hard to get the same kind of success after Grease.
Channing was given two of her own sitcoms, Stockard Channing in Just Friends (1979) and The Stockard Channing Show (1980), but neither of them did well, and her career slowed down.
But Channing, with her Elizabeth Taylor-like looks and calm confidence, didn’t give up. She kept acting in many highly-praised movies and stage plays. Her most recent big-screen appearance was in the movie Angry Neighbors, which premiered in 2022.
Moving to London
In recent years, Stockard Channing has been involved in theater productions in London, where she now lives. She used to live in Maine with her partner of 25 years, but she moved to England in 2019.
“Living on my own here during the pandemic, I was sort of going through the same experience as everyone else in the country,” she told The Times.
Keeping a Low Profile
On a personal level, Stockard Channing has kept a low profile. The Grease star, who has always been known for being “reckless” and restless, has no children.
She has been married and divorced four times. Nowadays, she finds comfort in her dog, who has been her constant companion for many years.
Stockard Channing and Plastic Surgery
In recent years, Channing has also gotten attention for her changing appearance. It all started in 2017 when she was interviewed on Lorraine, a British breakfast TV show.
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### Reactions to Channing’s Appearance
Channing was on the show to talk about her career and the roles she’s played, but many viewers were more focused on how different the *Grease* star looked. Many people were surprised by how much she had changed, leading to lots of talk on Twitter and articles in the tabloids.
“Oh my god, what has Rizzo done to herself?” one viewer wrote, while another said, “Shocked at how Stockard Channing looked on *Lorraine*. Why do they mess with plastic surgeons?”
In an article from the *Daily Mail*, a surgeon suggested that Channing might have used botox. However, others defended Channing. After all, we all get older, and it’s normal for an 80-year-old woman’s appearance to change over time.
To me, Channing still has that “Rizzo” personality – cool and confident! In an interview with *Out* magazine in 2011, she said she does “everything I f—ing can” to stay in shape.
“You get to a certain age, and you start playing a lot of mothers. Maybe if I had children, I’d feel differently, but I really hate being compared to these guys’ memories of their mothers, which, trust me, aren’t so great,” she laughed and added:
“Or maybe they watched a lot of *The Golden Girls*, you know? And while I’m thankful for *The Golden Girls*, they don’t spend time with women my age now, and I’d like to think the world has changed since then.”
I Was Excited to Meet My Fiancé’s Parents, but Dinner Turned Into a Nightmare – Story of the Day
Meeting my fiancé’s parents should have been exciting, but nothing prepared me for the tension and judgment that followed. Between the quiet stares, sharp words, and unexpected secrets, the evening turned into a whirlwind I’ll never forget.
Mark and I had been together for about a year, and just recently, he proposed. It wasn’t the dreamy, candlelit proposal I had imagined as a little girl, but it was heartfelt, and I knew it came from a place of love.
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Besides, Mark and I would’ve ended up engaged anyway—it was just a matter of timing.
He proposed shortly after we found out I was pregnant. The pregnancy wasn’t planned, but the moment we saw those two little lines, everything changed. We were thrilled, nervous, and ready to tackle parenthood together.
That evening, we had dinner plans with Mark’s parents, and I was a bundle of nerves.
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Mark always described them as strict and traditional, which made me feel like I was stepping into an interview instead of a family meal.
Still, I told myself I could win them over. I’d always been good at making people like me—or so I hoped.
When Mark got home from work, I immediately began rifling through my closet.
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I must have tried on ten outfits, spinning in front of the mirror, asking, “Is this okay?”
Each time, Mark smiled and said, “You look great.”
But “great” wasn’t enough. I needed to look flawless. First impressions were everything.
In the end, I laughed at myself, realizing I had chosen the very first outfit I’d tried on.
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“Do you think they’ll like me?” I asked, twisting my hair into place.
“Of course, they’ll like you. How could they not?” Mark said, watching me in the mirror.
“But what if they don’t?” I asked, turning to face him.
“Then it doesn’t matter,” he said, his voice calm. “The only thing that matters is that I like you.”
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“Like?” I teased, raising an eyebrow.
Mark smirked. “I like you more than anyone. I love you even more.”
I laughed softly. “Good save.”
Mark leaned in and kissed me, his grin warm and reassuring. “You’ll be perfect.”
Once we were ready, I carefully picked up the cherry pie I had baked for the dinner.
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The warm, sweet scent was comforting, like a small reminder that I had put effort into tonight. Mark opened the car door for me, and we both climbed in.
During the drive to his parents’ house, I couldn’t help but notice Mark gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly.
His jaw was set, and his eyes focused straight ahead. “Are you okay?” I asked softly.
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“Yeah,” he said, but his voice wavered. I reached over, taking his hand. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to calm him or myself.
When we pulled up in front of the house, Mark sighed and looked at me. “Just… don’t say anything unnecessary, okay?”
“I won’t,” I promised.
We walked to the door, hearts pounding, and Mark rang the bell. A moment later, his mother appeared.
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“Hi, we’ve been waiting for you,” she said, her tone sharp but polite. “I’m Erin, though I assume you already know that,” she added, her eyes fixed on me.
“Yes, I’m Danica,” I replied, forcing a smile as I held out the pie. “I baked a cherry pie. Mark told me it’s your favorite.”
Erin’s face changed instantly, her smile fading. “A pie, hmm? I thought the host was supposed to handle the food. Or do you think I can’t bake my own pie?”
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“No, of course not!” I said quickly. “I just wanted to bring something special. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
She looked at the pie, then back at me. “It’s fine. Come in,” she said, stepping aside without another word.
Dinner was painfully quiet. The only sounds were the clinking of silverware and the occasional scrape of a chair.
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Mark had warned me his family didn’t talk during meals, but I thought he was joking.
Sitting there in silence felt awkward and unnatural. I glanced at Mark, but he just gave me a small, reassuring smile.
When we finished eating, I stood up to help Erin clear the table. She didn’t say much, just nodded and muttered a quick “thank you.”
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We moved to the living room, where Mark’s father, George, sat stiffly, barely looking at me.
He seemed uninterested, like I was a guest he didn’t ask for. Conversation turned to the wedding, but I had little to share.
“What kind of dress are you thinking of?” Erin asked, her eyes scanning me like she was already judging my answer.
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Before I could respond, George spoke up. “Erin, leave the girl alone. You’ve been bombarding her with questions all evening.” His tone was gruff, but it was the first time he had addressed me.
“It’s fine. I don’t mind,” I said, offering a small smile, though my nerves were fraying.
“See, George? She doesn’t mind,” Erin said, smiling back at me for the first time. It felt almost like approval, and I let out a small breath of relief.
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I looked at Mark and smiled, taking his hand. His touch grounded me. But the warmth of the moment vanished as Erin’s smile hardened.
“Danica, dear, in our family, we don’t show affection in front of others, especially before marriage,” she said, her tone sharp.
I dropped Mark’s hand like it was on fire. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, embarrassed.
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“So,” Erin continued, her focus shifting back to me, “what kind of dress do you want? You have such a lovely figure. Something fitted and long would suit you perfectly.”
I hesitated, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Well, I won’t have this figure for long. I’ll be five months along by the wedding, so I was thinking of something more flowing.”
Mark groaned softly and buried his face in his hands. My stomach dropped.
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“Five months along?” Erin’s voice was clipped, her eyebrow arched in disbelief.
I nodded. “Pregnant,” I said simply.
The room felt like it froze. Erin gasped, clutching her chest like I had just confessed to a crime. “Oh, my God,” she whispered. “What a disgrace! My son is going to have a child out of wedlock!”
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I blinked, stunned. “Excuse me, what?”
“This is shameful! You’re a disgrace to our family! How could you do such a thing before marriage?” Erin shouted, her voice rising with each word.
“We’re adults,” I said, trying to stay calm. “We’re excited about this baby—”
“Danica, stop talking,” Mark muttered under his breath.
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“How could you choose such a shameless fiancée?” Erin yelled at Mark. “She must have seduced you!”
“Erin, stop yelling at her. She’s pregnant,” George said, his voice cutting through her tirade.
“That’s the problem! What will people say?” Erin wailed. “Get out of my house! I don’t want to see you again!”
Tears spilled over as I stammered, “What did I do? I don’t understand…”
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“You and your illegitimate child are a stain on this family!” Erin spat. “Maybe it’s not too late for an abortion?”
I gasped. “What? What are you saying?” I cried, choking on my tears. Mark stayed silent, his face unreadable.
“Danica, let’s go,” Mark finally said, grabbing my hand.
Outside, his frustration boiled over. “What was that?!” he yelled at me.
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“I should be asking you that!” I shot back, my voice shaking.
“I told you not to say anything unnecessary!” he snapped.
“I didn’t know our child was ‘unnecessary’ to you!” I yelled.
“Not to me—to them,” he replied sharply.
“You said their opinions didn’t matter!” I cried, shaking my head.
“I warned you they were conservative,” he said, his voice flat.
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I looked at him, my heart breaking. “I’m staying at my place tonight,” I said, my tone firm, before turning away.
I still had a month left on the lease for my old apartment, so Mark drove me there. The ride was silent, tense.
When he pulled up, I stepped out without a word. Once inside, I sat on the couch, tears streaming down my face.
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My chest ached as I replayed the dinner over and over. Mark hadn’t defended me or our baby.
How could he let his mother say those things? My thoughts spiraled, and I placed a hand on my stomach, wondering if all this stress was hurting the baby.
The next morning, a firm knock startled me awake. Groggy, I shuffled to the door and opened it. George stood there, his expression unreadable.
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“How are you?” George asked, his voice calm but firm.
“What are you doing here?” I snapped, crossing my arms.
“I came to apologize for Erin,” he said, glancing down briefly. “She can be… overly emotional.”
I hesitated, then stepped back. “Would you like to come in?”
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“No, I won’t stay long,” he replied, shaking his head. “I just wanted to explain. This is personal for her. Her parents were very conservative, even more than she is. When we got married, she was already pregnant with Mark.”
I stared at him, stunned. “What? Then why did she react so negatively to me being pregnant?”
George sighed, shifting uncomfortably. “She has always felt ashamed of it. She thinks we should have waited. She doesn’t regret having Mark, but it’s something she struggles with. I wanted you to know.”
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I frowned, still hurt but trying to understand. “That’s why she treated me like that? To protect some old-fashioned idea of pride?”
George nodded. “Yes. You can share this with Mark or even tell Erin’s relatives if she keeps making a fuss.”
“I won’t tell anyone,” I said softly. “I don’t want her to feel as hurt as I do now.”
George gave me a small nod, then turned to leave.
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After he left, I decided to return to Mark. But as I stepped outside, I froze. He was standing there, holding a bouquet of flowers.
“I’m sorry,” Mark said, looking right at me. “I should have stood up for you and the baby. I didn’t know what to do, and I was scared.”
“Thank you for apologizing. It hurt so much,” I admitted.
“It won’t happen again. I promise, I’ll always be on your side,” he said, his voice steady.
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I nodded, a small smile breaking through. “Thank you.”
Mark leaned in, and I kissed him.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed. He stepped aside to answer it.
“It was my mom,” he said when he came back. “She wants to apologize. She asked what your favorite pie is.”
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I smiled faintly. “Tell her I love cherry pie too.”
Mark grinned. “Looks like you already have something in common.”
“You have no idea,” I whispered, letting him pull me into a warm hug.
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