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.
When My Grandma with Dementia Mistook Me for Her Husband, I Couldn’t Handle It—But Then I Realized Something Important
It was my senior year, and I thought it would be filled with exams, friends, and plans for the future. Instead, I was at home watching my grandmother decline from dementia. She often mistook me for her late husband, George. It drove me crazy—until one day, everything changed.
That day is one I will always remember. My grandmother, Gretchen, was not doing well. She was forgetful, confused, and her health was getting worse.
Mom and I knew something was wrong, but getting Grandma to see a doctor was not easy. She was stubborn and insisted she was fine. However, we finally convinced her to go.
After several tests, the doctor met with us and shared the news: dementia. I remember how Mom’s face fell when he explained that there wasn’t much they could do.
The medication might slow the disease down, but it wouldn’t stop it from getting worse. We had to accept that things were going to change.
That same day, we decided Grandma would move in with us. We couldn’t leave her alone, especially after my grandfather, George, passed away a few years ago. It was the right choice, but it didn’t make things any easier.
That night, I sat at my desk, trying to study for my exams. It was my final year, and I had a lot to handle. Then I heard her crying and whispering to someone.
I got up and walked toward her room, feeling sad. She was talking to Grandpa as if he were right there. It broke my heart to hear her, but there was nothing I could do.
As the months passed, Grandma’s condition got worse. There were days when she didn’t recognize where she was or who we were. Those moments were short but still hurt deeply.
One morning, I came downstairs to find Mom cleaning the kitchen. She looked tired, like she hadn’t slept much.
“Did Grandma move everything around again last night?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
Mom kept cleaning. “Yes,” she said quietly. “She woke up in the night and said the plates and cups were wrong. I told her nothing had changed, but she didn’t believe me. She kept moving things around, looking for things that weren’t even there.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just patted her back. “It’ll be okay,” I mumbled, even though I wasn’t sure it would be.
Mom shook her head. “You shouldn’t have to worry about this. You have school to focus on. Do you want some breakfast?”
I shook my head. “No, thanks. I’ll eat later.” I picked up an apple from the table to have something in my hand and headed for the door. Mom didn’t say anything as I left.
When I got home, the house was quiet. Mom was still at work. I heard soft footsteps upstairs. Grandma was moving around again. I followed the sound and found her in the kitchen, shifting plates and cups from one cabinet to another.
She turned when she saw me, her eyes lighting up. “George! You’re back!” She rushed toward me with open arms.
I froze, unsure what to do. “No, Grandma. It’s me—Michael, your grandson.”
But she shook her head, not hearing me. “George, what are you talking about? We’re too young to have grandchildren. Someone moved the dishes again. Was it your mother? She always changes everything.”
I stood there, feeling helpless. “Grandma, listen. I’m not George. I’m Michael, your grandson. You’re at our house, mine and your daughter Carol’s.”
Her smile faded, and she looked confused. “George, stop saying these strange things. You’re scaring me. We don’t have a daughter. Remember? You promised to take me on that date by the sea. When can we go?”
I sighed, not knowing how to respond. I couldn’t keep telling her the truth; she didn’t understand. “I… I don’t know, Grandma,” I said softly, then turned and left the kitchen.
When Mom got home, I told her what had happened.
She sat down and smiled sadly. “I understand why she thinks you’re George.”
I frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”
Mom looked up at me. “You look just like him when he was young. It’s like you’re his twin.”
I was quiet for a moment. “I’ve never seen any pictures of him when he was younger.”
Mom stood up from the couch. “Come with me. I’ll show you.” She walked toward the attic and pulled down the stairs. I followed her up as she searched through a few old boxes. Finally, she handed me an old photo album.
I opened it. The first picture looked worn and faded. The man in it? He looked just like me.
“Is this Grandpa?” I asked, flipping through the pages.
“Yes,” Mom said softly. “See what I mean? You two really do look alike.”
“Too much alike,” I whispered, staring at the pictures.
“You can keep the album if you want,” Mom said.
That night, I sat in my room, flipping through the album again. I couldn’t believe how much I looked like him.
Grandma’s condition got worse every day. She barely spoke, and when she did, it was hard to understand her.
Sometimes she couldn’t even walk without help. Mom had to feed her most days. But no matter what, Grandma always called me “George.”
One afternoon, after she said it again, I snapped. “I’m not George! I’m Michael! Your grandson! Why don’t you understand?”
Mom looked up from where she was sitting. “Michael, she doesn’t understand anymore.”
“I don’t care!” I shouted. “I’m tired of this! I can’t handle it!”
I turned toward the hallway, my anger boiling over.
“Where are you going?” Mom asked, standing up quickly.
“I need to get out of here,” I said, my voice shaking. I grabbed my jacket and slammed the door behind me before Mom could say anything else. I needed space, away from it all. Away from Grandma’s confusion and my own frustration.
Without thinking, I ended up at the cemetery where my grandfather was buried. I walked between the rows of headstones until I found his grave.
Seeing his name on the stone brought a lump to my throat. I sat down on the grass in front of it and let out a long, heavy sigh.
“Why aren’t you here?” I asked, staring at the headstone. “You always knew what to do.”
The silence felt deafening. I sat there for what felt like hours, lost in my thoughts. I couldn’t stop thinking about all the times Grandpa had been there for me, for Mom, for Grandma. He had a way of making everything seem simple, no matter how hard life got.
Then, suddenly, a memory hit me. I was about five or six years old, wearing Grandpa’s big jacket and hat, telling him I wanted to be just like him.
He laughed so hard, but I remembered the pride in his eyes. That memory made me smile, even as tears streamed down my face.
It was getting dark, and I knew I had to go home. When I walked through the door, Mom was waiting, her face tight with worry.
“After you left, I took Grandma to the doctor,” she said, her voice breaking. “He said she doesn’t have much time left.”
I walked over and hugged her tightly, no words coming to mind. At that moment, I realized what I had to do.
The next day, I put on the suit that used to belong to Grandpa. It felt strange, like I was stepping into his shoes for real this time. I took Mom’s car and drove Grandma to the sea. She sat quietly beside me, not saying much, but I knew she was lost in her world.
When we got there, I had already set up a small table by the shore. The sea breeze felt cool, and the sound of the waves was calming.
I helped Grandma out of the car and guided her to the table. After she sat down, I lit the candles, their warm glow flickering in the wind.
“George!” Grandma said with a big smile. “You remembered our date by the sea.”
Her voice was weak, but I could see how happy she was. She looked at me like I really was Grandpa, her eyes full of warmth.
“Yes, Gretchen,” I said, sitting beside her. “I never forgot. How could I?”
She nodded slowly, still smiling. “It’s been so long since we’ve been here.”
That evening, I served Grandma the pasta Grandpa always made. I had spent hours in the kitchen earlier, following his recipe, hoping it would taste just like she remembered.
As she ate, I watched her closely, searching her face for any sign of recognition. She took slow bites, and I could see something change in her expression—a flicker of happiness.
After dinner, I played their favorite song, the one they used to dance to. The familiar melody filled the air, and I stood up, holding out my hand. “Would you like to dance, Gretchen?”
She looked at me, her eyes softening. “Of course, George.” I gently helped her up, and we swayed together.
For the first time in a long while, she smiled. In that moment, I could see she wasn’t lost in confusion; she was back in her happiest memories.
On the way home, she held my hand. “Thank you, George,” she said. “This was the best date ever.”
I just smiled at her, my heart heavy but full.
Two days later, Grandma passed away. I remember waking up that morning and feeling like something was different, like the house was quieter than usual.
When Mom told me, I didn’t know what to say. We just sat together in silence for a while, both of us crying. It was hard to accept, even though we knew it was coming.
I felt deep sadness, but at the same time, a strange sense of peace. I knew Gretchen was finally with her George again, where she belonged.
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