Jennifer Lopez was photographed in jeans covered with dirt while shopping with her daughter Emme in Los Angeles, on October 30, 2024.
The pop star stepped out confidently in a relaxed, casual outfit recently, but fans were quick to express their disapproval of her jeans, questioning their style and age appropriateness.
Lopez popped out with her daughter Emme in Acne Studios’s Super Baggy Fit Jeans, which are mid-waist. The brand’s website describes these super wide-leg pants as having “fading and smudging throughout,” contributing to a trendy construction worker-chic aesthetic that is currently fashionable.
To balance the shabby aesthetic of her wide-leg pants, “The Mother” star paired them with refined pieces, including a ribbed & Other Stories Mock Neck Jumper and a large Bottega Veneta tote bag.
On her feet, she wore Classic Twin Seam New Heights Ugg boots, a modern take on the classic suede style, featuring distinctive seams and a curved sole. Jennifer Lopez and Emme ignored the paparazzi as they stepped into American Rag Cie to shop before Halloween.
Online users had mixed reactions about Lopez’s choice of jeans during this outing. One surprised commenter questioned, “Are her pants … Dirty? Or is that the style these days?” Another seemed puzzled by her choice at her age, remarking, “I really don’t get that st [sic] 55 she dresses like this.”
An online user suggested an upgrade, “She really needs new pants,” while someone humorously urged, “The pants ..please trow [sic] them in the trash please!!!!🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪.” Meanwhile, a disappointed fan asked, “JLO my love what’s with those jeans?😢”
Yet, her look still garnered admiration. Fans wrote simple, approving notes like, “Pretty.” Another admirer gushed, “Beautiful!❤️” An amazed fan also penned, “She doesn’t age 😍.”
Others praised her style overall, “Jlo look [sic] amazing in whatever she wore😍” and another user concurred, “She’s always cute.”
Lopez is often recognized for her timeless elegance in the public eye, some of which stir lively discussions among her fanbase. Her most recent appearance isn’t the first time she has been celebrated by some and critiqued by others for her unconventional denim choice.
In April 2024, she was spotted descending a set of brownstone steps, donning a similar pair of baggy jeans like the one she wore on her outing with Emme. These jeans also appeared distressed and discolored, an unusual departure from her typically polished looks.
She paired the jeans with an elegant, long navy coat, exuding an urban chic vibe, and complemented it with a cashmere turtleneck sweater. Shielding her eyes with large sunglasses, Lopez carried a standout turquoise Chanel bag, adding a splash of opulence to the street-savvy outfit.
Despite her impeccable style history, fans were divided over this latest look. Her enthusiasts lauded her appearance, “That’s how I like her, looking great,” a sentiment seconded by others who felt Lopez could do no wrong, fashion-wise.
A second comment added to the chorus of praise, “Incredibly beautiful and elegant!! Unique Jlo!!!” emphasizing the uniqueness that Lopez brings to her style choices. Another user simply diverged from the matter at hand to declare her love for the star with, “I love Jen.”
Conversely, some fans were less than impressed. A third commenter did not mince words, declaring, “Worst jeans I’ve ever seen on a woman. Another lamented, “The outfit is elegant except for those nasty jeans😒,” while another wrote, “And those jeans look filthy!”
In similar disapproval, another user called the “Love Don’t Cost a Thing” songstress “a mess,” citing the jeans as a significant detractor from the star’s usual elegance. Another blatantly declared, “She has no dress sense!”
Meanwhile, others rallied to Lopez’s defense, clarifying the intention behind the fashion choice. One user provided a counter-narrative, “They are not dirty that is the style of those pants,” suggesting a misinterpretation by the critics.
Criticism aside, Lopez’s hallmark is her adaptable fashion sense—seamlessly shifting from street-chic flair to couture elegance, all while preserving the distinctive personal touches that are unmistakably JLo.
Lopez has long navigated the ever-shifting tides of fashion with grace, as comfortable in the rugged casualness of jeans and Timberlands as she is in the high glamour of Valentino Haute Couture.
“I like baby hairs and big hoops and gold jewelry,” she confessed, revealing the personal flourishes that anchor her diverse fashion choices. These personal touches, regardless of trends, remain steadfastly woven into the fabric of her distinctive look.
My Boyfriend Demanded That I Give Him My Card to Pay Our Restaurant Bill
My Boyfriend Demanded That I Give Him My Card to Pay Our Restaurant Bill
When Lisa earns her much-deserved promotion, she wants to go out and celebrate with her boyfriend, Troy. At the restaurant, Lisa learns that Troy just wants to put on a façade and be the ‘man’—disrespecting her and her hard-earned role. But when he gives his number to a waitress, things take a turn, causing Lisa to embarrass Troy and walk out of their relationship.
It was meant to be a night of pure celebration. After six months at my new job, I had finally earned a significant promotion and was eager to share the joy with Troy, my boyfriend.
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He suggested the new upscale restaurant in town, famous for its ambiance and gourmet menu.
“Let’s just get dressed and go out, Lisa,” he said. “We don’t do this very often, so let’s make the most of it.”
I had to agree; we rarely did this—we rarely decided to go out and indulge in anything.
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“Fine,” I agreed. “A night out is exactly what we need.”
And I believed that we needed it. Mainly because, as much as I wanted to believe that Troy and I were supposed to last forever, I had begun to see some cracks in our relationship. Something just felt different.
I was happy in my job, but Troy wasn’t happy in his.
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“I do so much, but nobody bothers to recognize me,” he said grimly one evening when he came over for salsa night.
Troy sat on the couch and dug his chips into the salsa and guacamole, complaining about work the entire evening.
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It was because of his moods regarding work that I didn’t tell him anything good about my job.
“Maybe you just need to give it more time,” I said, handing him a frozen margarita. “You just started there a few months ago.”
“Lisa, please,” he said. “You wouldn’t understand. Let me be.”
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But when I had gotten news of this new promotion, there was no way that I was going to keep it to myself. I wanted to celebrate and be celebrated, and I hoped that Troy would want to do just that.
To my surprise, he seemed really excited about it, and he told me that he was proud of me.
“Really, babe,” he said when he came over to my apartment to pick me up. “This is a big deal, and I’m proud of you.”
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The evening started beautifully. Troy showed up with a bouquet of flowers, and he sat down and waited while I got ready. Usually, he wasn’t pleased if I was still getting ready when he arrived, but this evening was different.
“Come on,” I said. “I’m ready!”
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Troy put his phone away and stood up, leading the way out of my apartment to where his car was waiting for us.
We drove in silence, but for once, the silence wasn’t tense—it was peaceful, and I felt that maybe Troy was changing. That he was becoming someone who wanted to be here and be present with me.
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The soft lighting and the stunning view of the city skyline from our table set a romantic backdrop for our evening. We toasted to my success, with Troy raising his glass of champagne high.
“To the most amazing woman I know,” Troy cheered, clinking his glass against mine. “And to many more successes to come.”
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“To us and to the future!” I echoed, suddenly caught up in the moment.
We went through the menu and ordered our meals while Troy spoke about the shared dreams that we had—from the Bali holiday that we had been speaking about for a long time, to wanting to move in together soon.
“I just think it’s time,” Troy said. “And now that you have your promotion, it will be much easier for us.”
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Everything went along well, until the waitress brought our food over. Troy kept glancing at her, hoping to catch her eye—he winked at her twice.
I didn’t want to make a scene about it—Troy did this whenever he had something to drink. He behaved as though being a flirt was second nature.
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But then, as we neared the end of our meal, I noticed a change in Troy. His usual easy smile tightened when the check was brought to our table. He smiled at the waitress as she stepped aside.
“You should let me pay with your card,” he said, a strain of insistence in his voice.
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I was surprised. On the one hand, I didn’t mind paying for the dinner because it was my promotion and I was making a lot more money than I had before. But at the same time, I had also hoped that Troy would want to spoil me for the night.
“Why can’t you use your own card?” I asked, surprised by the frown on his face.
Troy’s irritation was barely concealed.
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“Clearly because you’re the one who got promoted, and I don’t have enough money for these fancy dinners, Lisa! You know that, and yet you act like you don’t.”
I was confused by his logic.
“I’ll just pay with my card,” I said, putting my handbag on the table. “It’s not a big deal.”
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My boyfriend’s face hardened as he took a sip of his whiskey—he had switched from champagne halfway through the meal.
“It’s embarrassing, Lisa,” he said. “It’s like you’re actually trying to humiliate me by not letting me be the man who pays.”
I didn’t know how to react to Troy’s words. It didn’t make sense to me. And I couldn’t understand what the waitress had to do with who was paying for our meal.
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I would have retaliated and stood up for myself, but I could feel my energy being drained by Troy.
I felt cornered. And because I wanted to avoid making a scene, I reluctantly handed over my card.
Troy smirked and picked up my card, signaling for the waitress with an exaggerated flourish, presenting my card as if he were performing a grand gesture.
“I’ll be right back with the card machine,” the waitress said.
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Feeling uneasy, I excused myself to the restroom. I just needed a moment to be myself. Troy did this all the time. But I thought that the evening was going well and that he was changing.
Of course, I was wrong.
Before thinking it through, I pulled my phone out and logged onto my banking app. With a few swipes and clicks, I had blocked my card.
Let’s see him pay now, I thought to myself.
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On my way back, I paused near the bar, my attention caught by Troy’s laughter from across the room.
He was flirting openly with the waitress, scribbling something onto a napkin—presumably his phone number.
He handed it to her with a wink. I was stunned. I was hurt. A rush of indignation surged through me.
I returned to the table as the waitress spoke.
“I’m sorry, but there seems to be a problem,” she said. “Your card was declined.”
Troy’s confident façade crumbled as he stammered, turning away.
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“What?” he asked. “Surely that can’t be right.”
Feigning concern, I suggested that Troy call the bank.
He sat back in his chair and pulled out his phone, dialing the bank and putting the call on speaker.
The representative asked for the card number, which Troy read off my card, followed by a request for the account password.
Finally, Troy hesitated. He was at a loss.
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“Okay, Sir,” the person said through the phone. “If you can verify the last three transactions, it would help.”
The waitress hopped from one foot to the other.
“I can answer that,” I said. “A lavender-scented candle, some skincare products, and a new book. And Sir, the name on the card is Lisa Simmons.”
The waitress’s expression cleared with understanding, and Troy was left floundering for a response.
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I then pulled out another card and paid the bill myself.
“Lucky I have two cards,” I told Troy and the waitress. “But babe, since you enjoyed the service, I think you can get the tip.”
Troy, red-faced, scrambled through his wallet, pulling out only expired coupons and a few small bills.
I stood up, waiting for Troy to say something—anything, but he sat there tight-lipped.
“Hey, I didn’t take his number,” the waitress said, a smirk playing on her lips. “I just threw the napkin away.”
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“I’ll find my own way home,” I told Troy as I walked out into the night.
As I walked outside, I didn’t know if I had made a mistake. But at the end of the day, no relationship should make a person second guess themselves or make them feel like celebrating themselves is wrong.
Which is something that Troy did all the time.
I think I’m finally done with him.
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What would you do?
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