While everyone at the Oscars 2024 was dressed to the nines, Pamela Anderson broke the norms. The 56-year-old actress ditched makeup and wore only her smile as an accessory, alongside her son who she shares with Tommy Lee.
A yellow, floral dress that stole the show.
At 56, the celebrated actress and writer graced the event in a dress as radiant as the morning sun. Adorned with sparkling sequins and delicate, translucent details, her gown was a vision of floral elegance. Her son, 27-year-old Brandon Thomas Lee, was her date to the Vanity Fair Oscar event and he complemented her style with a timeless tuxedo, complete with a classic bow tie.
Pamela’s make-up free look was refreshing to the eyes.
Pamela’s decision to embrace a makeup-free look was supported by her golden locks that framed her face with effortless grace. This isn’t the first time Pamela has attended an event bare-faced, the actress actually made a decision to go makeup-free a few months back and has stayed true to her word so far.
Her look received mixed reactions.
While fans praised Pamela for her bravery, many were not super happy about her choice and her dress. «Make up free is cool, but why did she start dressing in tablecloths?» commented a person. «I commend her courage…but there is a time and place for everything and this just ain’t it,» added another. Several people also pointed out that not wearing makeup is one thing but she could have at least gotten her hair done, «gorgeous, but can she at least comb her hair!», expressed a fan. «…the hair is tragic,» added another.
Wondering what made her embrace the natural look instead of the usual glam she was famous for? Read the story here.
Buffy’s Journey Home
The morning had started like any other, tinged with the usual mix of hope and mild anxiety that came with an aging pet’s vet visit. Buffy, our sweet, silver-faced girl, was scheduled for a routine dental cleaning. We expected her to come home a little groggy, maybe missing a tooth or two, but otherwise, our same old Buffy.
But Dr. Mac, with her quiet wisdom and deep understanding of the creatures in her care, had a feeling. Before the anesthesia, she looked closer at Buffy’s recent lab work. The call came later that morning, a gentle voice delivering news that felt like a physical blow. Advanced kidney failure. Anesthesia was too risky; it could push her fragile system past the point of no return.
Suddenly, the simple dental cleaning faded into insignificance. A new, heartbreaking reality settled in. We looked at Buffy, still wagging her tail when we spoke her name, still nudging our hands for pets, and knew what we had to do. The kindest, most loving act was to let her go now, surrounded by love, before the illness stole her joy and her will to live. We couldn’t bear the thought of her suffering, losing her appetite, her spark dimming day by day.
My first thought was Robbie. He adored Buffy, and she him. This decision, this final act of love, had to include him. I left immediately to pick him up from school. The car ride felt heavy, the usual chatter replaced by the quiet hum of the engine and the weight of what was to come.
Gathering my courage, I explained to him, as gently and honestly as I could, that Buffy was very sick, that her body was tired, and that we needed to help her find peace. I told him she wouldn’t be coming home with us this time.
His eyes filled, but his voice was steady. “I want to hold her,” he said, his small voice firm. “I want to be the one holding her when she goes to heaven.”
My heart swelled with a painful mix of sorrow and profound pride. Of course. There was no one else I would rather give that honor to.
We drove home, the quiet returning, but now filled with a different kind of understanding. I looked at him, this young boy carrying such a heavy truth with such grace. “Robbie,” I started, my voice thick with emotion, “I am so incredibly proud of you. Proud that you understand how important it is to take care of our old animals, and that helping them means making sure they never, ever suffer.”
He just nodded, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the windshield, already preparing himself for the difficult task ahead, for the final, loving embrace he would share with his dear friend Buffy as she journeyed home. And in that quiet moment, I knew that while our hearts were breaking, we were navigating this pain together, grounded in the deepest kind of love and compassion.
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