Demi Moore, 61, Ditches Her Criticized Long Hair: Fans React to Her New ‘So Flattering’ Sleek Hairdo
Demi Moore showcased a new slicked-back hairdo that hid her long black hair, and fans appreciated seeing her strands out of her face. The actress’ hairstyle almost looked like a mohawk, with a bit of volume at the top and super sleek sides. She wrapped her hair in a tight bun, perfectly complementing her white gown.
Before even noticing her stunning white gown, fans were mesmerized by the new hair look. One commenter expressed their excitement, writing, “Finally that scraggly hair is gone, if even for a moment.”
Another netizen enjoyed Moore’s elegant look, stating, “Love the details on this. It’s fun and elegant. I know we’re used to seeing Demi with her hair down for events, but up is so flattering here. Bravo! 👏”
Although the sleek bun look needed a bit of getting used to for some viewers, they still loved it. “So strange to see you with your hair tied up after all these looks with the long sleek hair down but still gagging ❤️,” wrote one commenter. Another person added, “The hair back for a change is gorgeous.”
Moore’s new hairstyle outshone even the stunning gown she wore. The dress featured a draped neckline with rhinestone details around her shoulders and waist.
She paired the elegant look with silver heels to match the gems and dainty diamond earrings. She also kept her makeup simple to let her hair and dress stand out
The actress’s new slicked-back bun is a trend that has dominated the beauty community over the past decade. This hairstyle has been a top choice among those who favor the “cool girl aesthetic.” It is usually paired with minimal makeup and gives a more polished finish to any look.
Celebrity hairstylist Kathleen Riley praises the style, saying, “To me, it’s a powerful hairstyle. It shows off the face beautifully and is simple yet elegant.”
This hairstyle has become a staple for many people, as it is also universal and works with every hair texture. “It’s quick, easy, requires very little technique, and is a great way to have a low-manipulation protective style,” adds hairstylist Dimitris Giannetos.
However, Demi Moore did not adopt the trendy hairdo until recently, as fans know her for rocking her long black hair. In some instances, internet users have not always loved her hair, especially when styled for red-carpet looks.
For instance, Moore’s recent gown for the Cannes Film Festival was criticized for its unusual design and how her hair was styled with it. This was the actress’ first appearance at the prestigious event in 27 years. She attended “The Substance” premiere in a gorgeous silver mermaid gown.
The gown had an arrowed segment popping straight out on her left side and was styled with silver and diamond earrings and a necklace. The statement dress also featured a neckline that showed a bit of her cleavage.
Demi Moore posed on the red carpet with a smile on her face, showcasing her famous cheekbones. The actress’s photos in this outfit were shared online stirring a heated discussion, primarily centered around her bold fashion choices.
Some comments focused on the gown’s unusual design, including the exaggerated appendage that many fans found puzzling. One critic quipped, “She’s good but what in gods name is that appendage shooting out of her dress.”
Another user wondered why Moore went for that dress remarking, “Demi can poke an eye out with that dress!” Furthermore, an unimpressed fan mocked the dress, noting that its unique design seemed to be saying, “The exit is that way 👉🏻.” Another chimed in bluntly, “Weird dress!”
In addition to her striking gown, Moore’s long hair also drew significant attention, with some fans saying that her hairstyle was too extravagant for her age.
“Her hair is too much,” one person noted, while another concurred, “Yes agreed… 👍 needs to be put up in a bun… not appropriate for her age.” A user who shared similar views wrote, “That hair is weird.”
Another person loved Moore’s look but was also against her hairstyle, saying, “Demi Moore is like Halle Berry in that they both look beautiful and more youthful with short hair, in my opinion her hair is wayyy too long it does not suit her at all 🥰😍.”
Still, the reaction to Moore’s appearance wasn’t solely negative. Several fans defended her look, expressing admiration for her fearless approach to fashion.
“That’s a movie star!!! ⭐️!!!” one admirer declared. Others echoed similar sentiments, calling her “Gorgeous❤️❤️” and “Stunning 😍😍😍❤️❤️❤️.”
The former owner of my car called, desperately asking to recover something he had left under the seat — when I found it, I turned pale
When Samira buys a secondhand car at a dealership, she thinks it a victory because it was something she had done all by herself. But the next morning, the mysterious previous owner of the car calls her, claiming that he left something “alive” under the seat of the car. Will Samira meet him or uncover the secret package by herself?
When I first bought my car, it was supposed to be a small victory. I had left my corporate job to take time off to write my collection of short stories. So, I didn’t want to splurge my savings until something big came my way financially.
It was nothing fancy, just a used Toyota Corolla from the local dealership. The thrill of owning it was enough to make me overlook any thoughts about its previous owner. Whoever they were, they were in my past, and I was cruising straight into my future.
Or so I thought.
But then came that random phone call which changed everything.
It was early, around 7 a.m., and I was in the middle of making my morning coffee when my phone buzzed with an unknown number.
Normally, I’d ignore it, but something about early morning and late-night unknown calls made me answer. I didn’t know if someone needed me.
“Hello?” I said, yawning.
“Hi, is this the new owner of the Toyota Corolla?” a man asked, anxiety in his voice.
“Yes, this is her. Who’s speaking?” I asked, suddenly feeling uneasy.
He took a deep breath.
“Oh, thank goodness! I’m so sorry to bother you, but I need your help. I was the previous owner of the car, and I left something under the seat of the car when I gave it in yesterday morning. You picked it up yesterday, yes?”
“Yes,” I replied, confused about what he was getting at.
“Okay. Good,” he paused. “I need to get my hands on what I left behind. It’s really important. It’s urgent, really.”
What on earth could be so important that he would track me down like this? Was the dealership even allowed to give out personal information?
“What did you leave?” I asked, trying to stay calm.
“It’s something… alive,” he stammered. “Please, ma’am, I need to come and get it as soon as possible. I promise you, I’ll explain when I see you.”
I remained silent for a moment.
Alive? The word echoed loudly in my mind. Was this man serious? What alive thing could possibly be in the car? My mind raced between a baby to a dog to even a package of narcotics that he was brushing off as something alive.
But I knew that I would have noticed something like that.
“Do you want to meet me somewhere or give me your address?” he continued.
I should have probably said no to all of the above. But there was something about him and the panic in his voice that made me hesitate to say no.
“Okay,” I finally said, my voice more firm than I felt. “Come over to my neighborhood. There’s a park not too far away from where I live. I’ll meet you there. I’ll send the address to this number.”
“That’s perfect,” he said, sighing in relief. “Don’t worry, it’s contained for now.”
I hung up and stared at my phone.
“What are you doing, Samira?” I asked myself. “Are you really going to meet a random person?”
But, what would be alive under my seat? My thoughts darted to worse-case scenarios again. What if it was a dangerous animal?
I had no idea what to expect, and that’s what made me nervous.
Twenty minutes later, I was standing next to the Corolla in the cool morning air, waiting for the mysterious stranger to show up.
The neighborhood was still quiet, and I imagined everyone in their homes slowly waking up or making breakfast for their families.
Finally, a man pulled up in an old pickup truck, just as he had texted me to say he would. His eyes scanned the area nervously before landing on me.
“I’m Ben,” he said. “Thank you for letting me come.”
He was younger than I imagined, and probably in his late twenties like myself, with dark hair that looked like he’d run his hands through it one too many times.
There was something endearing about his disheveled appearance, though I could tell he was genuinely worried.
Stop it, Samira, I told myself. This isn’t one of your romantic comedy stories. This isn’t a meet-cute.
“No problem,” I replied. “I’m Samira. So, what exactly did you leave under the seat?”
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he opened the driver’s door and dropped to his knees beside the car and reached under the seat. For a moment, nothing happened.
Then, Ben pulled out a small, sealed box with tiny air holes punched into the top. My stomach did a flip as I imagined a tarantula inside the box.
“I’m really sorry to bother you like this,” he said, standing up and holding the box.
“What’s in there?” I asked, almost amused.
“I have a pet gecko at home, and I feed it live insects every day. Yesterday, I stopped at the pet store to pick up some food, including mealworms and roaches, but I must have left the box under the seat when I was unloading the car.”
It took a moment for his words to register with me.
“You left a box of live insects under the seat?” I asked.
“Not by choice,” he replied sheepishly. “I was late to hand over the car as well. So the moment I unloaded everything else at home, I rushed over to the dealership to leave the car… for you.”
“You’re lucky that they didn’t escape,” I said.
Suddenly, a laugh bubbled up inside me before I could stop it, and once it started, it was hard to stop.
He looked at me, confused for a second, before a grin spread across his face.
“I know, it’s ridiculous, right?” he said. “I was so freaked out that I couldn’t even sleep. I kept imagining them crawling around your car, and I just…”
“My goodness,” I exclaimed. “That would have been quite the surprise.”
The thought of driving around with a box full of escaped bugs lurking somewhere under the seat was both horrifying and hilarious.
“I’m really sorry, Samira,” he said, his grin fading into something more genuine. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just didn’t know what else to do. The gecko, Samson, is actually my little brother’s pet. And as wacky as it is, that kid loves it.”
“No judgment here,” I replied. “I had a pet frog for a solid two weeks as a kid until my mother found it bouncing around my room.”
That was enough to set us both off again. We laughed until tears ran down our faces.
“Let me make it up to you,” he blurted out suddenly. “How about I take you out for a coffee? As an apology for the… bug thing?”
I stared at him, caught off guard by the sudden offer. I hadn’t expected any of this. But at the same time, I felt like I was in one of the romance stories that I wrote.
There was just something about the way he asked, something genuine and a little bit hopeful.
“I… um,” I started to say. “Sure, why not?”
“Great!” he said, his face lighting up. “I know a place not too far away from here. Would you like to go now?”
I laughed at his enthusiasm.
“How about you take me to a car wash to wash away any bugs and my paranoia, and then we can grab a coffee?” I asked, half-joking, half-serious.
“Actually, that’s the least I can do,” he said. “Come on.”
Ben put the box of insects in his truck and locked the door. I threw my keys at him, which he caught perfectly.
As we drove to the car wash, Ben told me all about his little brother, who was living with him.
“There’s a big age gap between us,” he said. “But there’s a really good school two roads away from me. So he’s enrolled there.”
“That’s wonderful,” I said, watching his hands on the steering wheel. “I wish I had a younger sibling to keep me on the straight and narrow.”
When we got to the car wash, Ben ensured that we would take the full package.
“Give her a good wash, guys,” he said.
We went for coffee while the car was being attended to.
And I wondered what was going to happen next…
What would you have done?
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