Martha Stewart, the famous businesswoman known for her cooking and home decor skills, is in the spotlight again.
This time, it’s not about a new recipe or DIY project.
At 82 years old, Stewart is challenging ageist stereotypes and expressing her unique style, especially with her fashion choices.
Recently, at the Fashion Group International Night of Stars gala in New York City, Stewart was asked about how she dresses at her age. When questioned about “dressing for one’s age,” she effortlessly dismissed the idea, replying (via Huffington Post), “Dressing for whose age?”
Stewart’s rejection of age-related fashion rules is empowering for all women. She boldly says she doesn’t consider age when choosing her outfits: “I don’t think about age. I think people are more and more fabulous than they’ve ever been in their senior years, and I applaud every one of them,” according to Page Six.
Her confidence shines through as she proudly states, “I’ve dressed the same since I was 17.”
Beyond her red carpet appearances, Stewart has been turning heads on social media with her daring fashion choices. From poolside photos to becoming the oldest Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue cover model, Stewart fearlessly embraces her sensuality and self-expression.
In a candid interview, Stewart expressed her delight at being recognized as a sex symbol at her age, viewing it as an opportunity to inspire others. “I’m a teacher,” she declared, as per Huffington Post. “I’m trying to teach others that you can look great. There’s no reason to slump around.”
When asked about her future plans for posting “thirst traps” on social media, Stewart maintained her trademark wit and spontaneity. Whether joking about capturing a snapshot with a polar bear in Greenland or simply leaving it to fate, Stewart’s playful attitude towards life is both endearing and inspiring.
Stewart’s refusal to conform to ageist stereotypes should inspire us all to realize that self-expression knows no age limits!
I’m a mom to a 9-year-old boy, and let me tell you, the mess in his room has been driving me up the wall!
The chaos in my son, Leo’s, room was legendary. Toys lay strewn across the floor like fallen leaves, clothes were draped over every available surface, and a mountain of dirty laundry threatened to engulf his bed. I’d nagged, I’d pleaded, I’d even resorted to threats, but nothing seemed to penetrate the fog of his youthful disorganization.
Then, my in-laws arrived for a barbecue. As the aroma of grilling burgers filled the air, I vented my frustrations to my mother-in-law, lamenting the eternal struggle against the tyranny of childhood clutter.
She listened patiently, a twinkle in her eye. “Oh, don’t worry, dear,” she said, “I’ll get him to clean it up.”
I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “How, exactly?”
She simply smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You’ll see.”
And see, I did. My mother-in-law, with the grace of a seasoned magician, approached Leo, who was currently engrossed in a video game. She whispered something in his ear, her voice a low, conspiratorial murmur.
Leo, initially resistant, suddenly sprang to his feet, a look of excitement replacing his usual indifference. He bolted upstairs, a whirlwind of energy, leaving a trail of discarded toys in his wake.
Within an hour, a miracle had occurred. Leo’s room was transformed. Toys were neatly tucked away in bins, clothes were folded and placed in drawers, and the mountain of laundry had miraculously vanished. Even the dreaded “Lego death trap” lurking under the bed was miraculously cleared.
Astonished, I turned to my mother-in-law. “What did you say to him?” I demanded, my curiosity piqued.
She chuckled, her eyes twinkling. “Oh, I simply told him I had hidden a hundred dollars somewhere in his room. He had to find it before he could have any dessert.”
My jaw dropped. “You bribed him?”
“Of course,” she replied, “A little incentive never hurt anyone.”
And there it was. The secret to conquering the chaos of childhood: a little bit of bribery and a whole lot of grandma magic.
From that day on, I adopted my mother-in-law’s strategy. A misplaced toy? “I hear the tooth fairy is looking for a hiding spot for some extra special coins…” A forgotten chore? “I wonder where I put those extra movie tickets I was saving for you…”
Leo, initially skeptical, quickly learned the game. He became a cleaning machine, his room miraculously transforming into a haven of order and cleanliness whenever the “treasure hunt” was announced.
And while some might argue that bribery is not the most ethical parenting technique, I couldn’t help but admire my mother-in-law’s ingenuity. After all, in the battle against childhood clutter, a little bit of strategic maneuvering never hurt anyone.
Besides, who am I to argue with results? Leo’s room was cleaner than it had ever been, and I was finally enjoying a moment of peace and quiet. And that, I realized, was priceless.
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