Two-time Academy Award winner Ben Affleck was spotted on a film set wearing an outfit inspired by autumn. The actor is still working while he and Jennifer Lopez handle their divorce.
On October 15, 2024, Ben Affleck was seen with a woman while holding an iced coffee, but it was his hairstyle that caught the attention of fans. Many people wondered if the actor might be losing his hair.
Affleck had a serious look on his face as he grabbed his iced coffee with his assistant, Gigi Fouquet. He wore a casual wine-red fleece-lined jacket over a cream shirt that was partly unbuttoned, with a t-shirt underneath. Gigi, on the other hand, wore a black crewneck sweater with light beige pants.
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Despite Ben Affleck’s serious look, it was his hair that caught most of the fans’ attention. One fan seemed surprised and asked, “What happened with his hair?” while another wondered, “Is he going bald?”
Someone else joked, “He looks like he got too hot and tried to take a bath, but was still too hot, so he cut his own hair.”
Many shared similar thoughts, with one comment suggesting, “He’s going bald. The JLo glow really wore off quickly,” and another fan expressed concern by saying, “Ben looks very old!”
Still, Affleck’s fans quickly defended him. One person declared, “Ben Garner Affleck looks better than ever,” and another fan enthusiastically noted, “Handsome Ben, good job getting out of that relationship. You look awesome and healthy!”
Others focused on his future, with one fan saying, “So happy to see him staying busy and focused on the future. Good luck!” Another fan affirmed, “He’s a great actor, very smart. He will do amazing things.”
Affleck is busy with many projects, most of which he produces through his company, Artists Equity, which he co-owns with Matt Damon. Earlier this year, he finished filming a sequel to his 2016 action movie, “The Accountant.”
As for his acting roles, he is currently involved in two upcoming films, including “RIP,” where he stars with his longtime friend and collaborator, Damon.
In early October, Damon and Affleck were seen working together on a new beer commercial, reportedly for Stella. Affleck directed the ad, which features Damon and former soccer star David Beckham.
The trio was photographed at the Griffin Club Los Angeles, where they filmed the commercial on a tennis court.
Affleck seems focused on his work while he and Jennifer Lopez navigate their divorce. Sources say they are working out their financial issues amicably.
The actor’s social and romantic life has also been a topic online. He was recently seen with a mystery woman from a famous family. Many users pointed out that she looks like his ex-wife.
Online users believe the woman resembles Affleck’s ex-wife, Jennifer Garner. On August 24, 2024, a media outlet reported that Affleck has been seen with Kick Kennedy, Robert F. Kennedy’s 36-year-old daughter.
According to the outlet, an insider confirmed that Affleck and Kennedy have been spotted together at popular places like the Polo Lounge at the Beverly Hills Hotel. However, neither has clarified their relationship.
The timing of their outings coincides with the period when Lopez and Affleck began having marital issues, which led to Lopez filing for divorce on August 20, 2024, citing irreconcilable differences.
Many people have reacted to Affleck’s outings with Kennedy, noting the similarity to Garner, the mother of his children. Some comments online include, “[She looks] exactly like Jennifer Garner,” and “She looks like his [ex-wife], not [JLo].”
Kennedy has made headlines before. A profile from 2012 reveals details about her interests beyond being a mystery woman. She is passionate about acting and activism, particularly advocating for clean water.
Kennedy started a nonprofit called Waterkeeper. She even hiked with famous actors Emile Hirsch and Jessica Biel to raise awareness about water shortages.
Kennedy enjoys making the most out of life. “I like to say life is just a collection of experiences — some good, some bad — and the more you have, the better,” she shared in the 2012 interview.
As for her acting career, Kennedy has appeared on popular TV shows like “Gossip Girl” and “The Newsroom.” In the interview, she was still searching for her big break while dividing her time between Los Angeles and New York.
She admitted feeling held back by her famous family. “I was born with a sticker — a name — that made me uninterested in the fame factor of success,” she said.
The Harvard graduate studied dramatic and comedic acting and has a love for live theater. She played the lead role in the Storm Theatre’s production of “Antigone,” which sparked her passion for live performances.
Kennedy hopes to do more theater in the future but was focused on enjoying life in New York at that time. When asked what she loved about the city, she replied, “Just being able to walk into a bar with friends and shoot a round of pool.”
Many people have reacted to Affleck’s outings with Kennedy, noting the similarity to Garner, the mother of his children. Some comments online include, “[She looks] exactly like Jennifer Garner,” and “She looks like his [ex-wife], not [JLo].”
With the recent attention surrounding her connection to Affleck, it seems that the budding actress may be losing the anonymity she once enjoyed.
My 16-Year-Old Son Went to Stay with His Grandmother for the Summer – One Day, I Got a Call from Her
When my 16-year-old son offered to spend the summer taking care of his disabled grandmother, I thought he’d finally turned a corner. But one night, a terrifying call from my mother shattered that hope.
“Please, come save me from him!” my mother’s voice whispered through the phone, barely a breath.
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Her words were sharp with fear, a tone I’d never heard from her. My stomach knotted. Before I could respond, the line went dead.
I stared at my phone, disbelief mixing with shock. My strong, fiercely independent mother was scared. And I knew exactly who “him” was.
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My son had always been a handful, but lately, he’d crossed new lines. At sixteen, he was testing every boundary he could find. Rebellious, headstrong, a walking storm of attitude and defiance.
I remembered him coming home from school, slinging his backpack down with a certain grin that I didn’t recognize. “I was thinking about going to Grandma’s this summer,” he’d said. “I mean, you’re always saying she could use more company. I could keep an eye on her.”
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My first reaction was surprise and a little pride. Maybe he was turning over a new leaf, becoming responsible. But looking back now, as I sped down the darkening highway, his words nagged at me in a way they hadn’t before.
I’d blinked, surprised. “You… want to go stay with Grandma? You usually can’t wait to get out of there.”
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“I’ll help take care of her,” he’d said. “You could even let the caregiver go, Mom. Save some money, you know?”
The more I drove, the more pieces of our recent conversations slipped into place in my mind, forming a picture I didn’t like.
“People change,” he’d shrugged with a strange smile. Then he looked up at me with a half-smile. “I mean, I’m almost a man now, right?”
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I’d brushed it off then, thinking maybe he was finally growing up. But now, that smile felt… off. Not warm or genuine, but like he was playing a part.
As I drove, I remembered other details, things I’d dismissed at the time. A week into his stay, I’d called, wanting to check on my mother directly. He’d answered, cheerful but too fast, like he was steering the call. “Hey, Mom! Grandma’s asleep. She said she’s too tired to talk tonight, but I’ll tell her you called.”
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Why didn’t I push harder?
My mind raced back to how it all began. It had been just the two of us since his father left when he was two. I’d tried to give him what he needed to stay grounded. But since he hit his teenage years, the small cracks had started widening.
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The only person who seemed to get through to him now and then was my mother. She had a way of disarming him, though even she admitted he was “testing her patience.”
I dialed my mother’s number again, willing her to pick up. My thumb tapped the screen anxiously, but still, nothing.
The sky darkened as the houses became sparse, her rural neighborhood just up ahead. With every mile, my mind replayed his too-smooth excuses, his charming act.
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As I pulled up to my mother’s house, a chill ran through me. Her lawn, once so tidy, was now overgrown, weeds tangling around the porch steps. The shutters had peeling paint, and the lights were off, as though no one had been home in weeks.
I stepped out of the car, feeling disbelief twisting into a sick anger. Beer bottles and crushed soda cans littered the porch. I could even smell cigarette smoke drifting out through the open window.
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My hands shook as I reached for the door, pushing it open.
And there, right in front of me, was chaos.
Strangers filled the living room laughing, drinking, shouting over the music. Half of them looked old enough to be college kids, others barely looked out of high school. My heart twisted, a mixture of fury and heartache flooding through me.
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“Where is he?” I whispered, scanning the crowd, disbelief giving way to a focused rage. I shouldered through people, calling his name. “Excuse me! Move!”
A girl sprawled on the couch glanced up at me, blinking lazily. “Hey, lady, chill out. We’re just having fun,” she slurred, waving a bottle in my direction.
“Where’s my mother?” I snapped, barely able to hold back the edge in my voice.
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The girl just shrugged, unconcerned. “Dunno. Haven’t seen any old lady here.”
Ignoring her, I continued through the packed room, shouting my son’s name over the blaring music. I looked from face to face, my heart pounding faster with every step. Every second that passed made the house feel more like a stranger’s, more like a place my mother would never allow, let alone live in.
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“Mom!” I called, my voice desperate as I reached the end of the hall, near her bedroom door. It was closed, the handle faintly scratched, as though it’d been opened and closed a hundred times in the last hour alone.
I knocked hard, heart racing. “Mom? Are you in there? It’s me!”
A weak, trembling voice replied, barely audible over the noise. “I’m here. Please—just get me out.”
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I felt a wave of relief and horror as I fumbled with the handle and threw the door open. There she was, sitting on the bed, her face pale and drawn, eyes rimmed with exhaustion. Her hair was mussed, and I could see dark circles under her eyes.
“Oh, Mom…” I crossed the room in a heartbeat, falling to my knees beside her and wrapping my arms around her.
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Her hand, frail but steady, clutched mine. “He started with just a few friends,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “But when I told him to stop, he got angry. He… he said I was just getting in the way.” Her voice wavered. “He started locking me in here. Said I was… ruining his fun.”
A sickening wave of anger surged through me. I’d been blind, foolish enough to believe my son’s promise to “help out.” I took a shaky breath, stroking her hand. “I’m going to fix this, Mom. I swear.”
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She nodded, gripping my hand, her own fingers cold and trembling. “You have to.”
I walked back to the living room, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt. And there was my son, leaning against the wall, laughing with a group of older kids.
When he looked up and saw me, his face went pale.
“Mom? What… what are you doing here?”
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“What am I doing here?” I echoed, my voice steady with a calm I didn’t feel. “What are you doing here? Look around! Look at what you’ve done to your grandmother’s home!”
He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but I saw his mask slipping. “It’s just a party. You don’t have to freak out.”
“Get everyone out of here. Now.” My voice was steel, and this time, it cut through the noise. The whole room seemed to freeze. “I’m calling the police if this house isn’t empty in the next two minutes.”
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One by one, the partiers shuffled out, murmuring and stumbling toward the door. The house cleared out, leaving only broken furniture, empty bottles, and my son, who now stood alone in the wreckage he’d made.
When the last guest was gone, I turned to him. “I trusted you. Your grandmother trusted you. And this is how you repay her? This is what you thought ‘helping’ looked like?”
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He shrugged, a defensive sneer twisting his face. “She didn’t need the space. You’re always on my case, Mom. I just wanted some freedom!”
“Freedom?” My voice shook with disbelief. “You’re going to learn what responsibility is.” I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of each word. “You’re going to a summer camp with strict rules, and I’m selling your electronics, everything valuable, to pay for the damage. You don’t get a single ‘freedom’ until you earn it.”
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“What?” His bravado faltered, fear flickering in his eyes. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I am,” I said, voice colder than I’d ever heard it. “And if you don’t change, you’re out of the house when you turn eighteen. I’m done with excuses.”
The next day, I sent him off to camp. His protests, his anger all faded as the summer passed, and for the first time, he was forced to face the consequences.
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As I repaired my mother’s house that summer, I felt the pieces of our family begin to mend. Bit by bit, room by room, I cleared the broken glass, patched up the walls, and held on to hope that my son would come home a different person.
After that summer, I saw my son start to change. He grew quieter, steadier, spending evenings studying instead of disappearing with friends.
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Small acts like helping around the house, apologizing without being prompted became routine. Each day, he seemed more aware, more respectful, like he was finally becoming the man I’d hoped for.
Two years later, I watched him walk up my mother’s steps again, head bowed. He was a successful gentleman now, about to graduate school with honors and enroll in a nice college. In his hand was a bouquet, his gaze sincere and soft in a way I’d never seen.
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“I’m sorry, Grandma,” he said, his voice thick with regret. I held my breath, watching as the boy I’d fought to raise offered her a piece of his heart.
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