With an unmatched amount of self-assurance, Goldie Hawn never lets her admirers down with her elegance, even in the face of hateful comments from the internet.
The performer, who acknowledges that “there’s a certain reality” for aging Hollywood stars, does not let the insults and derogatory remarks from trolls bother her.
Given that she is one of the most well-known actors in the business and that Kurt Russell is smitten with her, it should come as no surprise that the 78-year-old seems unfazed.
Discover why Goldie Hawn is being criticized harshly online by reading on!
Goldie Hawn is a formidable woman, leading a famous family that includes the well-known actors Oliver (47), Kate Hudson (45), and Wyatt Russell (37).
Hawn’s girl-next-door charm earned her prominent parts in movies including Private Benjamin (1980), Overboard (1987) with Kurt Russell, with whom she has been in a relationship since 1983, and Stephen Spielberg’s The Sugarland Express (1972).
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Before meeting the now 73-year-old Russell, Hawn went through two divorces. In 2007, she explained their decision to forgo marriage to Woman’s Day, saying, “We have done just perfectly without marrying.” I already feel committed, and isn’t that the whole point of marriage?
Additionally, Kate, who received a Golden Globe nomination for her role in Almost Famous, maintains that the two are a perfect match.
“Mom is a butterfly and she moves quickly. Pa also enjoys his house and his family. But, Hudson says of her mother and stepfather—who also have an actor for a son—”When they’re together, it’s so powerful.”
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It’s wonderful to know you’re getting older.
“Belongs in a nursing home.”
“So adorable together”
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It’s wonderful to know you’re getting older.
“Belongs in a nursing home.”
“So adorable together”
It’s wonderful to know you’re getting older.
With her renowned golden locks remaining natural, the Oscar-winning Hawn remains attractive even after over fifty years of acting and raising three children.
“Aging is a natural part of life. Living intentionally helps you recognize that life is full of transformations, which you simply have to go through, the celebrity told People. “You know what, it’s great that you’re getting older? It means you’re still alive!”
However, she is well aware of the ageism that permeates the field and its supporters.
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Regarding the ageism present in Hollywood, Hawn stated that women will always fight this war.
Do you really believe that you will oppose the system? When you turn forty-five, you believe you’re going to show Hollywood that you’re still a desirable, marketable object? No. A specific world exists,” Hawn informs Bazaar. Does it infuriate me? No. I don’t get irritated easily. I’m not an extremist. Anger is a useless emotion. It isn’t beneficial.
The First Wives Club actress accepts her advanced age, but she is unable to avoid the barrage of abuse that surfaces on social media.
“Belongs in a nursing home.”
The happy couple took a little trip to Greece in 2022, where they were seen having a great time by the sea in a number of pictures.
While her leading guy wore a basic pair of black and white board shorts, Hawn looked stylish in a black and white polka dot sundress over a one-piece black swimming suit.
Off the coast of Skiathos, Greece, the grandparents, who appeared to be in their honeymoon phase, slipped into a speedboat and rode through the crystal-clear Aegean Sea.
The internet community аttасked the stunning blonde and her charming beau without holding back, instead of praising the couple for their self-assurance and undying love.
“They appear as though they belong in a retirement community. They both appear really ancient, and while I can appreciate that they are older, [it] seems likе they didn’t age well,” a critic remarks.
Another says, “No, not attractive,” while a third writes, “Can you think of a famous person who is naturally ugly? Goldie Hawn.
“OMG-Goldie Hawn will give me nightmares with what she has done with her face,” says another.
“So adorable together”
Many fans stood up for the couple, who most recently made an appearance together as Mr. and Mrs. Claus in The Christmas Chronicles franchise, because of their love.
Someone says, “She looks good.There will be trolls there as well, however they won’t appear as nice.
Outstanding given your age. A considerate netizen writes, “Loving each other still is testament to your commitment to each of you.”
“They are so adorable together right now, that’s what love is all about, growing older together Goldie is as gorgeous as ever,” writes someone else.
But Hawn’s lifelong girlfriend has the sweetest things to say.
“We were planning to go out to dinner the other night. “You’re unbelievable,” he says as he looks at me, the Snatched star recalls. “It’s unbelievable how [beautiful] you look,” he exclaimed.
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Furthermore, Hawn described the 2017 ceremony that saw the two actors receive their individual stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame as a “lovefest.”
Following their kiss beside their side-by-side stars at the ceremony, Russell addressed his stunning companion and said, “To you, I owe my amazing life…To put it simply, Goldie, I love you. That is far more impressive than all the stars in the sky or on the boulevard combined. “Goldie Hawn is the only person I’d rather be next to for all of that,” he said.
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I Kept Returning to the Same Café and Tipping $50 Each Time for a Reason the Waitress Couldn’t Imagine
For years, I drove two hours every Friday to visit a small suburban café, leaving unusually large tips for one particular waitress. What she didn’t know was that I carried a life-changing secret in my purse. I just wished I could find the courage to share it.
The Friday evening traffic crawled along the interstate as I made my way out of downtown. My colleagues at the law firm thought I was crazy to drive two hours just for dinner at some suburban café, but they didn’t understand. I didn’t go for the coffee or the sandwiches. I went to see her.
Woman in her 30s driving on a rainy road | Source: Midjourney
The café sat on a quiet corner, its red-brick exterior softened by white trim. It also had a white awning and window boxes full of purple petunias. The bell above the door chimed as I pushed it open, and the familiar scent of coffee and fresh-baked pie made me feel at home.
She looked up when I walked in—the waitress with kind eyes and silver-streaked hair. Her name tag read “Martha,” but I’d known that long before I ever set foot in this place.
Woman in her 50s wearing a waitress uniform in a café with a kind smile | Source: Midjourney
Every time I saw her, I thought about what I held in my purse. And yet, I never knew if I would be brave enough to show it to her that day.
“Welcome back, hon,” she said, already reaching for the coffee pot. “Your usual spot?”
I nodded, sliding into my regular booth by the window. The vinyl seats squeaked beneath me, and the tabletop showed years of wear under its polished surface.
Woman in her 30s sitting in the booth of a café looking expectant | Source: Midjourney
Martha set down a mug of black coffee and pulled out her order pad, though we both knew what I wanted. “Apple pie and an espresso?” she asked, her pen hovering over the paper.
“Yes, please.”
Her smile carried a warmth that made my chest ache. Did she ever wonder about me? Did she even remember me?
The truth sat heavy in my purse, wrapped in a manila envelope that was starting to show wear from months of being carried back and forth. Inside were the documents from the adoption agency, the ones that had turned my world upside down just a few months ago.
Woman in her 30s sitting in the booth of a café holding a purse and looking worried | Source: Midjourney
I still remember the day I finally confronted my adoptive parents about my past. Mother had been arranging flowers in their living room, each stem placed with surgical precision.
“We gave you everything,” she’d said, not bothering to look up from her roses. “The best schools, the finest opportunities. Why isn’t that enough?”
“Because it’s not about things, Mother. It’s about knowing who I am.”
Woman in her 30s looking upset while her mother stands in the background with her arms crossed in an expensive foyer | Source: Midjourney
“You’re one of us,” Father had interjected from behind his iPad. “That’s who you are. But if you insist on pursuing this… project, contact the agency yourself. We won’t stand in your way.”
His tone made it clear they wouldn’t help, either. After 38 years, I should have expected nothing less. My adoptive family had always treated emotions like unwelcome houseguests.
Luckily, I didn’t have trouble contacting the agency, and their response arrived faster than I’d expected. As I read through the documents in my condo, pieces of my past clicked into place.
Woman in her 30s sitting on a couch in the living room of a condo reading documents and looking surprised | Source: Midjourney
My birth mother had died bringing me into the world. My birth father had been too overwhelmed by grief and responsibility, so he had walked away. And then there was Martha—my foster mother for two precious years.
She was the one spot of warmth I remembered from my entire childhood. Unfortunately, her husband’s cancer diagnosis forced them to make an impossible choice.
Martha returned with my pie, setting it down with the same care she always showed. “Anything else you need, sweetie?”
Woman in her 50s wearing a waitress uniform in a café smiling and holding a notepad | Source: Midjourney
I opened my mouth, willing the words to come. The envelope pressed against my ribs through my purse. Just tell her, I thought. Just reach in, pull it out, and tell her.
Instead, I shook my head and smiled weakly. “No, thank you.”
She lingered a moment longer than usual, and I wondered if she sensed something. Did she see how my hands shook slightly as I picked up my fork?
Woman in her 50s wearing a waitress uniform in a café frowning and lingering by a booth | Source: Midjourney
If she did, she said nothing and went to another table while I started eating my pie. When I finished, I left my usual $50 tip on the table. It was excessive for coffee and pie, but how do you put a price on lost time?
Maybe I also left so much because I felt guilty for not being brave enough to tell her who I was today, either. Why was it that I could face the most intimidating lawyers in court without sweating, but this part of my past had me acting like a little girl?
I was disappointed in myself, so I stood. Next Friday, I’ll do it for sure, I promised.
Woman in her 30s with a brown leather purse looking disappointed standing by a booth in a café | Source: Midjourney
Rain had started to fall heavily outside. I fumbled with my umbrella, almost dropping my keys on my way to my car.
“Hey, you!”
I froze, my keys hovering near the car door lock.
“Why are you doing this?!”
I turned to see Martha standing a few feet away, still in her work apron. She held up the money I’d given her.
Woman in her 50s wearing a waitress uniform holding money in one hand and looking concerned outside a red-bricked café | Source: Midjourney
“Every week, you come in,” she continued, taking a step closer. “You sit quietly, leave these large tips, and disappear. Why?”
My heart pounded so hard I thought it might break through my ribs. This was the moment I’d both longed for and dreaded. Yet, I knew I had to take this chance.
“I… I have something for you.” My voice sounded strange to my own ears as I reached into my purse with trembling fingers.
The envelope was slightly bent at the corners now.
Woman’s hand handing over an envelope in a rainy parking lot | Source: Midjourney
“Could you please read this?” I asked, holding it out. “When you have a moment?”
Martha took it slowly, confusion drawing her brows together. “What is this about?”
“It’s about me,” I whispered. “About us.”
She opened it right there, heedless of the rain. I watched her face as she read and saw the moment recognition dawned. Her hand flew to her mouth, and she stumbled backward.
Woman in her 50s wearing a waitress uniform holding a manila envelope and looking shocked while standing outside a red-bricked café in the rain | Source: Midjourney
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “Sarah? My little Sarah?”
I nodded, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Yeah…”
We just looked at one another for an infinite moment.
“Oh, sweetie. I see from these documents that you must have figured out what happened. But you have to understand that John… my husband, your foster father… he got so sick,” she said finally. “The bills kept piling up. This couple came along. They were so wealthy. They could give you everything we couldn’t.”
“I understand perfectly,” I said softly, and I did. I knew they did what they thought was best for me. She didn’t need to explain herself. “What happened to John?”
Woman in her 30s talking to a woman in her 50s in a rainy parking lot outside a red-bricked café | Source: Midjourney
“Cancer took him three years after you were adopted…” She swallowed hard. “He loved you so much, Sarah. We both did. Every day since we let you go, I’ve wondered if we made the right choice.”
“I have… fragments of memories,” I admitted. “Someone reading ‘Goodnight Moon.’ The smell of cookies baking. A man’s laugh. Me calling you Momma. I always told myself I was making it up.”
Martha nodded through her tears. “You wouldn’t go to sleep without that book,” she smiled. “And John would spend hours in the kitchen with you, letting you ‘help’ make cookies. You were only two, but you were so determined to do everything yourself. As soon as you could speak, you called us Momma and Papa.”
Little girl standing on a stool helping make cookies | Source: Midjourney
The rain came down harder, soaking us even more. Eager to hear more, we ran and waited below the awning in front of the café.
Martha told me about my early days, about the love that had filled their modest home. I shared stories about growing up with my adoptive parents. I was financially secure, yes, but emotionally… that was a different story.
“I contacted the agency a few months ago and started coming here,” I confessed after telling her about my current life and career. “Every time I tried to tell you, I lost my nerve.”
Woman in her 30s talking to a woman in her 50s beneath the awning of a red-bricked café | Source: Midjourney
“So you left those tips instead?” Martha’s eyes crinkled with understanding.
“It was the only way I knew how to reach out.”
Suddenly, we heard a sharp tap on the window. It was Martha’s manager, beckoning her inside. “I have to go back to work,” she told me, her eyebrows pulling down apologetically. “Will you come next Friday?”
“Actually… could we maybe do breakfast instead? Tomorrow?”
“Oh, honey,” Martha said, wrapping me into the best hug I’d ever gotten. “I would love nothing more.” When we separated, she pulled out her phone. “Here, write down my number.”
Woman in her 30s hugging a woman in her 50s, smiling and emotional, beneath the awning of a red-bricked café | Source: Midjourney
“Thank you,” I said, after putting my phone back in my pocket. “Bye, Momma.”
Martha’s hand flew to her mouth at my words. “Bye, sweetie. See you soon.”
The rain stopped as I drove back to the city, and stars peeked through breaks in the clouds.
I couldn’t wait to see her again.
Don’t get me wrong. I knew my life, despite its beginning, had been privileged; my adoptive parents had provided everything they could, paving the way for all my success. For that, I will always be grateful.
But sometimes, pure warmth and love are all a person needs. I had experienced that with Momma and Papa, and now, at least, I had her back in my life.
Woman in her 30s driving on a dark rainy road smiling brightly | Source: Midjourney
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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