SARAH JESSICA PARKER
The Carrie Bradshaw of “Sex and the City,” famous actress Sarah Jessica Parker was criticised for her makeup-free and with gray haired look, while having a dinner with Andy Cohen.
Many people caleld her old, because she has silver hair, but no one called Andy Cohen anything, who had more grays than Parker, and those comments were labeled as “misogynistic.”
58-year-old Parker had questioned people, that why they were questions about people who doesn’t care about being aged, in an interview.
“It almost feels as if people don’t want us to be perfectly OK with where we are, as if they almost enjoy us being pained by who we are today, whether we choose to age naturally and not look perfect, or whether you do something if that makes you feel better.”
“I know what I look like… What am I going to do about it? Stop aging? Disappear?” Parker added. “I like to be graceful with myself. I’m not delusional. I know that age adds up…” 58-year-old actress said.
DIANE KEATON
The 78-year-old famous Diane Keaton had faced with criticism in 2014, when she appeared with her silver hair at the Golden Globes. Many people from social media had criticised Keaton over her age.
Keaton had talked about aging gracefully, and stated that the grays in her head were her “battle scars,” and that a person shouldn’t be afraid to show them.
“I don’t see anything wrong with face-lifts or Botox or fillers. They just erase the hidden battle scars. I intend to wear mine, sort of,” Keaton said.
JENNIFER ANISTON
In 2023, the famous actress Jennifer Aniston had shared her gray hair from social media, and she received her share from the criticism towards aging.
“Anyone would think going gray was an anamomaly for tv/movie stars seriously!! We better give Jennifer a plack/award for it she’s soooo brave it’s never heard of [sic],” a person wrote.
Other comments were, “Well done for allowing gray to come through – refreshing,” “Aside from some bad lip work, she looks amazing.”
“I am sure she entered the gray hair stage a while back – she’s just starting to embrace it,” Nah. Dye it. I know, it’s empowering and all that nonsense. Do yourself a favor and make it blonde.” “Gray hair doesn’t suit you yet. Save it for later plz.”
The 55-year-old star actress shared that her Greek genes are the reason for her beauty, and that people should stay hydrated, and sleep for good hours. “Don’t overproduct, that’s the other thing. Getting proper sleep is always important,” Aniston said.
MY FIVE KIDS COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT MY 93RD BIRTHDAY — I SPENT IT ALONE UNTIL THE DOORBELL RANG
The old house, usually echoing with the phantom sounds of laughter and the clatter of family dinners, was unnervingly silent. Arnold, his 93 years etched into the lines of his face, sat in his favorite armchair, the fading afternoon light casting long shadows across the room. He had meticulously prepared for this day, his birthday, a milestone he had hoped to share with the five children he and his beloved wife had raised.
He had sent out invitations, not just any invitations, but handwritten letters, each one filled with the warmth of his love and the anticipation of their reunion. He longed to see their faces, to hear their voices, not through the cold, impersonal medium of a phone call, but in person, with hugs and shared stories.
The morning had begun with a flutter of excitement, each distant car sound a potential herald of their arrival. He had set the dining table, five empty chairs waiting patiently, each one a silent testament to the love he held for his children. But as the hours ticked by, the excitement waned, replaced by a gnawing sense of disappointment.
He tried calling, his fingers trembling as he dialed each number. Voicemail after voicemail, each unanswered call a tiny pinprick to his heart. It dawned on him, with a chilling clarity, that he would be spending this special day alone, a solitary figure in a house filled with memories.
He stared at the empty chairs, his mind drifting back to the days when they were filled with the boisterous energy of his children, their laughter echoing through the house, their faces alight with joy. He remembered birthdays past, filled with homemade cakes and silly games, with hugs and kisses and whispered “I love yous.”
The silence in the house grew heavier, pressing down on him like a physical weight. He felt a pang of loneliness, a deep ache in his heart. He had always been a man of resilience, a man who found joy in the simple things. But today, the silence was deafening, the loneliness unbearable.
He rose from his armchair, his movements slow and deliberate, and walked to the window. The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow across the garden. He watched as the shadows lengthened, stretching across the lawn like long, reaching fingers.
Just as he was about to turn away, a sound pierced the silence. The doorbell rang, a sharp, insistent chime that startled him. He hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. Could it be?
He walked to the door, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. He opened the door, and his breath caught in his throat.
Standing on the porch were not his five children, but a group of young people, their faces filled with warmth and kindness. They were his neighbors, the ones he had waved to over the years, the ones he had shared a kind word with.
“Mr. Arnold,” a young woman said, her voice gentle, “we heard it was your birthday. We wanted to wish you a happy birthday.”
Behind her, a young man held a large cake, its candles flickering in the evening breeze. Others held balloons and small gifts.
Arnold’s eyes filled with tears. He was overwhelmed, touched by their unexpected gesture of kindness. He had been so focused on his children, on the family he had created, that he had overlooked the community around him, the people who cared.
They came inside, filling the house with laughter and chatter. They sang “Happy Birthday,” their voices a chorus of warmth and affection. They shared stories and memories, their presence a comforting balm to his loneliness.
As the evening wore on, Arnold felt a sense of peace settling over him. He realized that family wasn’t just about blood, it was about connection, about shared experiences, about the kindness of strangers.
He looked at the young people around him, their faces glowing in the candlelight, and he knew that he wasn’t alone. He had a community, a network of support, a family of friends.
He blew out the candles on his cake, a small smile playing on his lips. He had spent his 93rd birthday alone, but he hadn’t spent it lonely. He had learned a valuable lesson that day: that even in the face of disappointment, there is always kindness, there is always connection, there is always hope. And that, he realized, was a gift more precious than any he could have received from his children.
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