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 Stepdaughters Made My Daughter Sleep on the Floor After Her Mom Died – Shocked, I Stepped in Immediately
When my grieving daughter called, sobbing that her stepsisters made her sleep on the floor the night of her mother’s funeral, my heart broke. With no support from my wife, I took matters into my own hands.
Blending families was never easy. After eight years of marriage to Candace, I thought we’d figured it out.
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My daughter, Shiloh, is 16. She’s quiet and thoughtful, always preferring a book or a sketchpad to the chaos of her stepsisters, Anna, 19, and Sophie, 17.
Anna and Sophie, on the other hand, are the life of the party. Over the years, I’ve watched Shiloh try to fit in, but she’s always been the outsider.
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Candace assured me it was normal sibling dynamics, but there were moments that felt like more than that. I’d catch Shiloh retreating to her room with her lips pressed together in that tight way she has when she’s holding back tears after a comment from Anna or Sophie.
Then, last week, the unthinkable happened.
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Shiloh’s mother, my ex-wife, passed away unexpectedly. I was away on a business trip, and the call left me stunned. My mind raced through disbelief, grief, and worry for my daughter. She was incredibly close to her mom. This would shatter her.
I left immediately, driving through the night to get to her. Candace offered to take the girls ahead, and while I was grateful, something about the hotel arrangements left me uneasy.
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Two rooms — one for Candace and me and one for the girls. “It’ll keep the peace,” Candace had said, brushing off my concerns. I trusted her to handle it, but a knot of doubt had settled in my chest.
I was halfway through my drive when my phone buzzed. It was Shiloh.
“Hey, sweetheart,” I said, my voice soft.
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She didn’t answer right away. When she finally spoke, her voice was small and shaky. “Dad… I’m sleeping on the floor.”
I blinked, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “What? Why?”
“Anna and Sophie said the bed’s too small for three people,” she mumbled. “They told me it’d be better if I slept on the floor.”
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I felt my jaw tighten. “Did you tell Candace?”
“She said it’s just for one night and to let it go,” Shiloh said, her voice cracking. “It’s fine, Dad. I didn’t want to make a big deal.”
I could hear the tears in her voice, and it broke something inside me. “No, honey,” I said, my voice firm. “It’s not fine. You shouldn’t have to do this.”
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I pulled the car onto the shoulder of the road and ran a hand through my hair, trying to calm the anger that was building.
“Listen to me,” I said. “You’ve done nothing wrong, okay? This isn’t about making a big deal — it’s about what’s fair. You don’t deserve this, especially not now.”
Her sniffles on the other end of the line made my chest tighten.
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“Dad,” she said quietly, “it’s okay. I don’t want to fight with them.”
“Sweetheart,” I said, forcing my voice to stay calm, “you just lost your mom. The last thing you need is to feel like this.”
When I hung up, I didn’t hesitate. I called Candace immediately. She picked up quickly, her tone light.
“Hi, honey! Still on the road?”
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“What’s going on over there, Candace?” I said, skipping any pleasantries.
There was a pause. “What do you mean?”
“Shiloh just called me. She’s crying because Anna and Sophie made her sleep on the floor. Why didn’t you step in?”
Candace sighed. “The girls said the bed was too cramped. It’s just one night, Robert. She’ll be fine.”
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“She’s not fine,” I snapped. “She’s grieving, Candace. And now she’s being pushed onto the floor like she doesn’t matter?”
“She’s not being pushed!” Candace shot back. “They’re just trying to be comfortable. I don’t see the problem here.”
“The problem,” I said, my voice rising, “is that Shiloh is there all by herself, and instead of supporting her, you’re letting her feel like an outsider. How can you be okay with this?”
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Candace’s tone grew sharper. “What do you expect me to do, Robert? Force Anna and Sophie onto the floor? They’re kids too! This isn’t easy for them either.”
“They didn’t just lose a parent!” I snapped. “Shiloh is trying to hold herself together, and instead of making things easier for her, you’re brushing it off like it’s nothing!”
Candace let out a frustrated sigh. “You’re blowing this out of proportion. It’s one night. Shiloh can handle it.”
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I felt a bitter laugh escape my throat. “This isn’t about handling anything. It’s about showing her that she’s not alone. How do you not see how important this is?”
I was still hours away when my phone buzzed again. Candace’s name lit up the screen, and I braced myself as I answered.
“What did you do, Robert?” she demanded, her voice low but furious.
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“What I had to,” I said flatly, gripping the wheel. “Shiloh called me crying because Anna and Sophie made her sleep on the floor. You brushed her off, so I called the hotel manager, booked her another room, and asked them to escort her there.”
“You booked her a private room?” she snapped. “Without even talking to me?”
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“I didn’t have time to talk, Candace,” I said, my voice tightening. “You made excuses instead of standing up for my daughter. I had to act.”
“She could have handled one night, Robert!” Candace said, her tone sharp. “Do you realize what you’ve done? Anna and Sophie are furious. They think you’re playing favorites.”
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“Playing favorites?” I repeated, anger flaring. “This isn’t about favorites. Shiloh is living through possibly the worst moment of her life, Candace. She doesn’t need a lesson in ‘toughing it out’ right now. She needs support.”
“You’re undermining me,” she shot back. “Do you know how this looks? I’m supposed to be in charge while you’re away, and you went behind my back to fix something that wasn’t even that big of a deal!”
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“It was a big deal,” I countered. “Shiloh deserved better, and no one stood up for her — not even you. How do you think that makes her feel?”
When I arrived at the hotel early the next morning, the tension was already simmering. I walked into the lobby and called Candace to let her know I was there.
“She’s in her new room,” Candace said curtly. “Anna and Sophie are upset, and I don’t know how you’re planning to fix this.”
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“Candace, this isn’t about fixing their feelings,” I said. “It’s about doing the right thing.”
The heated argument continued after I left the funeral preparations that morning.
“Anna and Sophie won’t even look at you,” Candace said. “They feel like you’ve chosen Shiloh over them. This could ruin everything we’ve built.”
“Built?” I said, incredulous. “Candace, if what we’ve built can’t survive me standing up for my grieving daughter, maybe it wasn’t as strong as you think.”
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“That’s unfair,” she said quietly, but her voice lacked conviction.
“What’s unfair is how you let her be treated,” I said, my frustration boiling over. “She’s a kid who just lost her mom, Candace. I expected you to show some compassion. Instead, you treated her like an inconvenience.”
“I care about Shiloh,” she insisted.
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“Then why didn’t you act like it?” I asked, my voice softening but still firm.
At the funeral, I stayed close to Shiloh. She clung to my arm, her head bowed low, her face pale with grief. The service was heartbreaking, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Her hands trembled as she wiped at her tears, and my heart ached watching her hold it all in. When the service ended, she turned to me and whispered, “Thank you for everything, Dad.”
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Her words were simple, but they meant everything.
Once we were back home, I sat Candace down for a serious conversation.
“We need to talk,” I said.
“Robert, I’m tired of rehashing this,” she replied, crossing her arms.
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“Candace, this isn’t about arguing,” I said firmly. “It’s about making sure this never happens again. Shiloh needs us — needs you — to be better. She’s already lost her mother. She shouldn’t feel like she’s losing her place in this family too.”
Candace sighed, looking away. “I didn’t handle it right,” she admitted quietly. “But you made me feel like I don’t have a say.”
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“You always have a say,” I replied gently. “But when it comes to Shiloh, I won’t compromise on making sure she feels loved and safe. I hope you can understand that.”
Candace nodded reluctantly. “I’ll try to do better,” she said, though her tone held a trace of resentment.
Later that evening, Shiloh hugged me tightly. “Thank you for standing up for me, Dad,” she whispered.
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I held her close, realizing that I’d made the right choice. From now on, I resolved to set clearer boundaries, ensuring that Shiloh always felt supported, no matter what it cost me.
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