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 😍😍😍❤️❤️❤️.”
My SIL Thought She Could Control My Kids at Her Halloween Party — Here’s What Happened
When my rich sister-in-law saw us in matching Superman costumes at her fancy Halloween party, she kicked my family out to “avoid confusion.” What she didn’t realize was that her mean move would lead to an unforgettable revenge in her fancy neighborhood.
I’m not usually a petty person, but sometimes life gives you chances for revenge that are too good to ignore.
Looking back, I should have guessed something was off when my mother-in-law’s eyes lit up at our Superman costumes in the store that day.
“Oh, how creative,” she said, smiling as brightly as her recent Botox treatment would allow. “The boys must be thrilled.”
She touched the fabric of Jake’s cape with her perfectly manicured nails, her nose wrinkling a little. “Though maybe something more… sophisticated would suit Isla’s Halloween party better?”
I barely held back a sigh. This was typical Brenda, always finding something to criticize about Dan and me.
When we started dating, I didn’t know my husband Dan came from a wealthy family. He chose to open an auto repair shop instead of joining the family finance firm, which made him the black sheep.
His family didn’t approve of me at first. Honestly, I didn’t approve of them either, with their snobby attitudes and complicated social rules. But I learned to deal with it after Dan and I got married.
“The boys picked the costumes themselves,” I told Brenda that day, straightening my back. “And they are so excited about it. The kids’ happiness is what matters, right?”
“Mmm,” she hummed, her usual look of disappointment crossing her face. “Well, I suppose that’s… sweet.”
I forced a smile. “It is. You should have seen how excited Tommy was when he suggested it.”
It was my oldest boy’s idea to dress as a Superman family. He burst into the kitchen after school, backpack bouncing against his shoulders, eyes bright with excitement.
Dan walked in just then, grease still on his cheek from working on a car. “That’s actually perfect, buddy. What do you think, Marcia?”
“Can we, Mom? Please?” Jake chimed in, bouncing on his toes. “We could be the strongest family ever!”
I agreed right away. The boys’ excitement was contagious, and we really needed some family fun after months of dealing with snide comments about our “quaint” lifestyle and Dan’s job.
Just last week, Isla had commented at dinner about how brave I was to shop at regular stores instead of her favorite boutiques.
And you know what Dan’s father said when he opened his fourth location? “At least you’re consistent in your choices, son.”
So, yes, we were craving a little joy.
On the night of Isla’s Halloween party, the boys were practically bouncing with excitement, their red capes fluttering in the fall breeze. Professionally carved pumpkins lined the driveway, each one probably costing more than our whole Halloween budget.
“Look at all the decorations!” Jake gasped, pointing at the elaborate display. “They even have fog machines!”
“And look at those skeletons at the guesthouse!” Tommy added, eyes wide at the fancy landscaping.
That’s when I saw Isla at the top of the marble steps in a matching but clearly designer Superwoman costume. Her husband Roger wore a movie-quality Superman suit, and their son was dressed the same way.
Their costumes caught the light beautifully, and Isla’s cape seemed to float perfectly as she walked down to meet us.
My stomach dropped. I could feel Dan tense beside me.
“Oh my,” Isla’s voice dripped with false sweetness as we approached. “What an unfortunate coincidence.” She fixed her perfect hair, the diamond bracelet on her wrist sparkling. “Though I must say, the resemblance between our costumes is rather… loose.”
“Isla—” Dan started, his jaw tight.
“You see,” she cut him off, waving her hand at the guests behind her, “we simply can’t have two Superman families at the party. It would confuse everyone.”
Her perfect red lips curved into a sly smile. “You’ll either need to go home and change, wear something from our spare clothes, or…” She waved dismissively. “Leave.”
Roger stood behind her, trying to hide his smirk behind a champagne glass. Their son, Maxwell, looked at my boys with that same superior expression I often saw on Isla’s face.
I felt Tommy’s small hand slip into mine, shaking slightly. Jake pressed against Dan’s leg, his earlier excitement fading fast. That’s when something in me snapped.
Eight years of subtle insults, watching my husband’s success being ignored, and seeing my kids’ joy dimmed by their aunt’s need to be superior all came together in that moment.
“Actually,” I said, squeezing Tommy’s hand and filling my voice with enthusiasm, “we’re going on an adventure instead. Right, boys?”
“But Mom—” Jake started, his lip quivering.
“Trust me,” I said over my shoulder.
“This will be way better than a stuffy party. How does the Halloween festival downtown sound? I heard they have a bouncy house shaped like a haunted castle.”
Dan caught my eye, and I saw the same fire in him that I felt. He wrapped his arm around Jake’s shoulders. “Your mom’s right. Who wants to hit the festival? I bet they have better candy than Aunt Isla’s fancy party.”
“Really?” Tommy’s eyes lit up. “Can we get our faces painted?”
“Absolutely,” Dan grinned. “We can get whatever you want.”
The festival turned out to be amazing. We played games, got our faces painted like superheroes, and took a ton of photos. Tommy won a giant stuffed bat at the ring toss, and Jake managed to bob for three apples in a row.
Dan treated us all to hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, and we watched a local theater group perform spooky skits.
“This is way better than Aunt Isla’s party,” Jake declared, chocolate smeared across his chin. “Way, way better.”
The next day, my phone rang.
It was Julia, who catered Isla’s party. We had become friends over the years, bonding over our shared status as “outsiders” in the Preston social scene.
“Marcia, you won’t believe what I overheard,” she said, her voice full of anger. “Isla was bragging about the whole thing. She bought those costumes just to kick you out!”
“What?” I gripped the phone tighter, sinking onto the couch.
“She told Roger, and I quote, ‘Finally, I put that brat and her little brats in their place.’ And he laughed! Called you guys a ‘discount superhero act.’” Julia paused, disgust clear in her tone. “There’s more.”
I sighed. “Tell me.”
“Isla called you a circus act and said, ‘At least now everyone knows where they stand in this family.’”
Everything clicked into place.
My mother-in-law’s reaction to our costumes, the whole setup, and the humiliation had been a planned attack on my family, using my kids’ joy against us.
“Thanks, Julia,” I said quietly, my mind racing with ideas. “I appreciate you telling me. Isla is not getting away with this.”
Two days later, I stood in front of the billboard I had rented across from Isla’s estate. Our family photo from the festival shone down on the street, showing us in our “discount” costumes, faces painted and full of joy.
The best part was the text above it: “The Real Super Family: No Villains Allowed.”
The town gossip spread fast. Texts and calls flooded in, some subtle, others openly delighted about Isla’s costume scheme backfiring. Memes started circulating on social media.
Even Roger’s mother called it “deliciously fitting” at her weekly bridge club. The local coffee shop began serving a “Super Family Special” of hot chocolate with extra marshmallows.
That evening, Dan found me in the kitchen, looking at my phone as another supportive message came through. This one was from his father’s secretary.
“You know,” he said, grinning with a sparkle in his eyes, “I’ve never been prouder to be married to a superhero.”
I leaned back against him, watching Tommy and Jake play superheroes in the backyard through the window. “Someone had to stand up to the villains.”
“Mom! Dad!” Tommy called from outside. “Come play with us! I’m Superman, and Jake’s Spider-Man now!”
“That’s not how it works!” Jake protested. “We can’t mix superhero worlds.”
“We can in our family,” Tommy declared. “We make our own rules!”
We joined our boys in the yard, capes flying, our laughter ringing off the fence.
At that moment, I realized something important: Isla might have fancy costumes and a big house, but we had a family that was truly super, not just playing dress-up.
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