Demi Moore continues to prove that there’s no age limit to looking absolutely stunning in a bikini.
The 61-year-old actress shared a video of herself and her three daughters in bikinis, causing a stir on the internet. While many fans showered her with compliments, others were quick to voice their disapproval.
Moore appeared remarkably youthful at 61 as she accompanied her daughters Rumer, aged 35, Scout, 32, and Tallulah, 30, along with Rumer’s 1-year-old daughter, Louetta, in a charming vacation video. This delightful footage was complemented by the iconic tune “Burning Love” by Elvis Presley.
Upon sharing the video on her Instagram account, she received an outpouring of praise from fans, garnering over 240k likes to date.
People gushed over her fresh and glowing appearance. One fan wrote, “I wanna look like Demi when I get older, wow.” While another remarked, “She looks fantastic for 61. If I didn’t know, I’d have guessed her age to be half that.”
Despite Demi looking stunning, the internet was divided, and some online critics voiced disapproval of her choice of attire, suggesting she was too old to wear a bikini. A person remarked, “Older women shouldn’t wear bikinis […],” while another expressed their opinion, saying, “She smells of desperation, no need to show your need for validation.”
The debate surrounding older women wearing bikinis is nothing new. And several months back, a stunning woman faced criticism for donning a G-string at her age, but her response was absolutely fabulous. Take a look at it here.
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Entitled Landlord Raised Our Rent by $650 – We Had Enough and Taught Him a Costly Lesson
When our landlord hiked our rent by $650, it was the last straw. Living in a rundown apartment with a broken fridge and constant harassment pushed us to the edge. Determined to get revenge, we concocted a clever plan to make him regret his greed and teach him an unforgettable lesson.
Dennis here. Let me tell you about the time my wife, Amber, and I dealt with the landlord from hell while saving for our dream house. It’s been a rollercoaster, but we learned a lot along the way
So, picture this: Amber and I moved into this tiny, run-down apartment a little over a year ago.
We were pinching pennies, trying to save up for a place of our own. The apartment was our stepping stone. Small, but we made it work. Amber decorated the place with some second-hand finds and DIY projects. I swear, she can make anything look good.
The trouble started right from the get-go.
We met our landlord, Mr. Williams, during the lease signing. Now, this guy looked like he had stepped right out of a 1980s corporate villain movie. Slicked-back hair, smug smile, and a suit that screamed “I have power, and I love it.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Williams,” Amber said, ever the polite one.
“Likewise,” he replied, barely looking up from the paperwork. “Let’s get this done quickly. I have other matters to attend to.”
We went through the motions, signing here and there. And then, like an idiot, I mentioned my income.
Amber and I brainstormed over a couple of beers one night, sketching out ideas on a napkin. We needed something that would hit Mr. Williams where it hurt but couldn’t be traced back to us.
Then it hit us—smells. Horrible, pervasive, can’t-get-rid-of-them smells.
“Alright,” I said, leaning back with a grin. “We need tuna, rotten eggs, milk, and dead mice.”
Amber chuckled. “This is going to be epic.”
We removed the tuna, cleaned out the rotten eggs, scrubbed the milk stains, and disposed of the dead mice. The smell finally began to dissipate.
“Good riddance,” Amber said, wiping her hands. “I hope he learned his lesson.”
And there you have it. The story of how we turned the tables on our greedy landlord and got the justice we deserved. If you ever find yourself in a similar situation, remember: a little creativity and a lot of determination can go a long way!
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