Society sometimes holds certain perceptions and attitudes toward older women who wear clothes that are “supposed to be worn by young women.” Some may believe these women should dress more modestly out of respect for others’ expectations. However, we believe that certain fashionable women show how confident and comfortable they are in their skin, regardless of age. Check out our article to see celebs who are over 50, who prove that you can look hot at any age.
1. Salma Hayek: 56 years old
2. Jennifer Lopez: 53 years old
3. Jennifer Coolidge: 61 years old
4. Philippine Leroy-Beaulieu: 59 years old
5. Kris Jenner: 67 years old
6. Mariah Carey: 53 years old
7. Halle Berry: 56 years old
8. Sandra Bullock: 58 years old
9. Helen Mirren: 77 years old
10. Lucy Liu: 54 years old
11. Andie MacDowell: 64 years old
12. Demi Moore: 60 years old
13. Nicole Kidman: 55 years old
14. Kate Walsh: 55 years old
15. Cindy Crawford: 56 years old
\
16. Jamie Lee Curtis: 64 years old
Do you agree that fashion shouldn’t have any age limits? How will you dress when you get older?
Preview photo credit salmahayek / Instagram, JULIEN DE ROSA/AFP/East News, jamieleecurtis / Instagram
My Cousin Brags about Her ‘Achievements’ Despite Owing Me $5,000 – I Thought About Taking Action, but Karma Took Care of It for Me
When my cousin crashed our rental car, leaving me with a $5,000 bill, I spent months trying to get her to pay me back. Just as I gave up, I saw her flaunting her ‘success’ on social media and discovered I wasn’t the only one she owed. Karma caught up to her, and I got a front-row seat!
It’s been a year since that disastrous West Coast holiday, and I still feel the sting of that $5,000 debt. My cousin Debra, who’s supposed to be an accountant, racked up a huge damage charge on our rental car and then had the audacity to act like it wasn’t her problem.
It was under my name, so guess who got stuck with the bill? That’s right, me. Lisa, the ever-reliable project manager from Boston. I swear, some days I think my middle name should be “Doormat.”
I remember that holiday like it was yesterday. Seven of us cousins decided to get together for some “family bonding” out on the West Coast.
Debra was there, of course, with her charismatic charm and reckless attitude. One evening, she decided it would be a fantastic idea to drive the rental car down a narrow, winding coastal road at night.
The air was crisp, the moonlight casting eerie shadows as she sped along the road, ignoring my pleas to slow down.
“Come on, Lisa, live a little!” Debra laughed, her voice filled with reckless glee.
She cranked up the music and took another swig from her bottle. I clutched the seat, my knuckles white.
“Debra, please, you’re going too fast!” I yelled, my heart pounding.
She just laughed harder, taking a sharp turn way too quickly. My heart stopped as the car skidded toward the edge, tires screeching.
I thought we were all going to die that night, but the guardrail saved us. The impact when we slammed into it was jarring, leaving us all stunned and the car a complete wreck.
The holiday mood? Completely ruined.
When the rental company slapped a $5,000 damage charge on the car, Debra just shrugged.
“We’re family,” she said with a flippant wave of her hand. “We should all pitch in.”
The other cousins mumbled vague agreements.
“Maybe we can split it evenly,” suggested Jimmy, the peacemaker of the group.
“Split it? Are you kidding? I wasn’t even in the car,” retorted Martha, crossing her arms.
“I can’t afford that right now,” mumbled Jake, avoiding eye contact.
Leave a Reply