Fans of Dancing with the Stars are expressing their shock over Gene Simmons using his position as a guest judge to “sexualize women.”
The 75-year-old KISS frontman, known for his larger-than-life stage presence and persona, joined the show to critique the contestants on Hair Metal Night as they danced to iconic rock anthems from the 1980s.
But audiences are now demanding the network “issue an apology” for “putting a creep on the show,” and for providing him a platform to voice his “cringe-worthy” and “sexist” comments.
On the Tuesday, October 9 episode of Dancing with the Stars, KISS rocker Gene Simmons raised quite a few eyebrows with his controversial guest appearance.
As part of the show’s Hair Metal Night, Simmons joined regular judges Carrie Ann Inaba, Derek Hough, and Bruno Tonioli to critique the celebrity dancers.
Despite the high energy of the nostalgia-filled performance set to hits like Cherry Pie and Rock You Like a Hurricane, Simmons’ sexually suggestive remarks overshadowed the night for many fans.
While his rock persona has long been associated with pushing boundaries, many felt his behavior wasn’t suited for the lighthearted nature of the competition series.
Throughout the episode, Simmons, 75, made several remarks that focused less on the dancing and more on the female dancer’s looks, which many viewers call “creepy.”
After former NFL wide receiver Danny Amendola and Witney Carson hit the dance floor, “The Demon” said he couldn’t figure out who was more “hot hot hot.”
“Danny, I’m telling you, you’re right next to somebody – one of the most beautiful women on the planet. She makes you look good. Buddy, you gotta hit the gym. You gotta get in there,” added Simmons.
And then, referring to Emma Slater who was dancing with actor Reginald VelJohnson dancer, he said: “You’ve got a beautiful woman right beside you, who can twist it and turn it, and knows how to move it and, you know, all that.”
The rock legend also had words for VelJohnson. “I wanna tell you, as a guy that’s been on the stage for half a century around the world, I’m kind of a big deal, Reggie,” Simmons said. “It’s all in the attitude and you’ve got something in that beautiful face, they love you!”
Perhaps one of his cringiest remarks was directed to actor-singer Chandler Kinney. Explaining that her moves “fogged up” his glasses, Simmons removed his dark shades and said, “You moved me, not just with your gyrations and so on, but your beautiful face and how you were into the emotion of it – top to bottom.”
He did however offer one relevant opinion to Kinney when he praised her talents, noting that she has a “big future” ahead of her.
Social media quickly filled with backlash, with many expressing their discomfort and frustration. Some viewers even went as far as to call him the “worst guest judge” in the show’s 33-season run.
“I usually like Gene Simmons and think he’s funny. But that was not the case as a guest judge. Very inappropriate and just not helpful,” writes one cyber fan on the DWTS Facebook site.
A second shares, “It was uncomfortable for us watching, can’t even imagine how the women felt. And he wasn’t scoring dances, he was just giving out random numbers.”
Gene was a bust! His comments and feedback were inappropriate along with the scores.”
A third critic adds, “His comments on all the girls was cringe!”
Another user calls Simmons “vulgar” and says he’s “the worst judge ever
Meanwhile, other online citizens are calling out ABC and Disney+, suggesting the network and streaming service apologize to fans of DWTS.
“Y’all owe the biggest apology to your fanbase (which is primarily women) & the dancers for putting that creep on your show and allowing for him to sexualize them on live TV,” one netizen writes on Facebook.
A second pens, “They need to apologize for having Gene Simmons. It was cringe-worthy. His comments were sexist, and he was just awful.”
“But they had a felon on the show this season,” adds another user, who’s referring to Anna Delvey (Sorokin), the convicted fraudster who sparked a lot of controversy with her appearance on September 17, the first episode of the DWTS season.
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Mom Cries over Daughter’s Question About Santa, Which Her Late Husband Played Every Year, Until Suddenly Santa Walks In – Story of the Day
Lora is still mourning her husband, and his favorite holiday, Christmas, only reminds her of him. Lora still doesn’t know how to tell her daughter, Kira, that her father won’t return for Christmas. But just as she finds the courage to tell the truth, Santa appears to save Christmas.
Lora strolled through the bustling mall, the festive chaos around her contrasting sharply with the somber weight in her heart. Shoppers chatted and laughed, their carts brimming with holiday treasures.
Twinkling lights lined every window display, reflecting off glossy ornaments and casting a warm glow.
Familiar Christmas carols played over the loudspeakers, their cheerful tunes feeling almost intrusive to her melancholy.
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Sandra walked beside her, holding up decorations and chatting animatedly.
“Oh, Lora, look at this one!” she said, picking up a delicate glass ornament shaped like a snowflake. It caught the light, shimmering like it was dusted with frost.
Lora managed a faint smile and nodded. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured, but her gaze drifted to a shelf of Santa figurines nearby.
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Each one wore the same jolly expression, and their red suits and fluffy white beards were a painful reminder of John. A wave of sadness rolled over her, and she looked away, pretending to study something else.
Sandra noticed the shift in her friend’s demeanor. She put the ornament back on the shelf and touched Lora’s arm gently.
“You’ve been quiet all afternoon. Are you okay?”
Lora sighed, her shoulders slumping.
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“It’s just… this time of year was always so special for John. He loved Christmas, Sandra. Every year, he dressed up as Santa for Kira.
She’d be so excited to see him, running down the stairs to catch him by the tree. He made it magical for her. But this year…”
Her voice cracked, and she paused to steady herself.
“This year, he’s not here. Kira keeps asking when Father will come, and I don’t have the heart to tell her.”
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Sandra gave Lora’s arm a reassuring squeeze. “You haven’t told her yet?”
“No.” Lora shook her head, her voice trembling.
“She’s only six, Sandra. I told her John is working far away. I know it’s wrong, but I just… I can’t ruin her childhood. Not this year.”
Sandra frowned thoughtfully, her expression a mix of understanding and concern.
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“I get it, Lora. I really do. But you know she’ll have to find out someday. You can’t shield her from the truth forever.”
“I know,” Lora whispered, her eyes welling up with tears she fought to keep back.
“But not this Christmas. I just want her to be happy. Even if it’s only for a little while.”
Sandra wrapped an arm around Lora’s shoulders, pulling her into a gentle hug.
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“You’re stronger than you think, you know. And you’re not alone in this. We’re here for you.”
Lora nodded, her lips curving into a small, grateful smile.
“Thanks, Sandra. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
For a moment, the weight on her chest felt a little lighter, but the ache for John lingered, sharper than ever against the backdrop of Christmas cheer.
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Back at home, the cozy scent of pine needles filled the living room, mingling with the faint aroma of cookies baking in the oven.
Lora and Kira worked side by side, carefully unpacking the box of Christmas decorations that had been stored away since last year.
The tree, freshly chosen and standing tall in the corner, seemed to glow in the warm light of the room.
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“Mommy, look at this one!” Kira squealed, holding up a small, painted ornament shaped like a snowman. “It’s my favorite!”
Lora chuckled softly, taking the ornament and handing Kira a hook.
“You pick the perfect spot for it,” she said, watching as her daughter stretched onto her tiptoes to reach a branch.
Kira giggled as the ornament dangled crookedly on the lower part of the tree.
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She darted back to the box, grabbing handfuls of shiny ornaments and thrusting them toward Lora.
“Hurry, Mommy! We have to make it beautiful for Santa!”
Lora felt her heartache at Kira’s innocent excitement. She smiled and knelt by her daughter, helping her sort through the decorations.
“It’s already beautiful, sweetie. But you’re right. Santa deserves our best effort.”
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Kira twirled around, humming Christmas carols and bossing her mother around like a tiny foreman.
“Mommy, put the red one there! No, higher! And the shiny one next to it!”
Finally, Kira pulled out the glittery gold star from the bottom of the box. She held it up triumphantly.
“Now, Mommy, the star! Put it on top!”
Lora took the star and climbed a step stool to place it on the highest branch. When she stepped down, she turned to Kira.
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“What do you think? Is it perfect?”
Kira stepped back, her hands on her hips as she studied the tree.
Her eyes sparkled as she declared, “It’s almost perfect! But Santa will make it better when he comes!”
Lora froze, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. The warmth she felt moments ago was replaced by a sharp pang of sadness.
“Sweetheart, about Santa…” she began hesitantly.
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“I can’t wait to see him!” Kira interrupted, her excitement bubbling over.
“He always eats the cookies I make, and I always catch him by the stairs! He’ll come, right, Mommy?”
Lora bit her lip, her smile faltering. She knelt down and brushed a stray curl from Kira’s forehead.
“We’ll see, honey,” she said softly, her voice trembling.
“Now, let’s add the candy canes.”
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How could she explain that John — her husband, Kira’s Santa — wouldn’t be coming this year?
Lora sighed and stood, forcing a smile as she joined Kira by the tree. For now, she decided, she would hold onto this moment of happiness, even if it was bittersweet.
Christmas Eve arrived with a quiet magic filling the house. The string lights cast a soft, golden glow across the living room, reflecting off the ornaments on the Christmas tree.
The air was sweet with the scent of freshly baked cookies, which Kira carefully arranged on a festive plate.
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She set it on the hearth, next to a glass of milk, her face glowing with anticipation.
“Now we wait,” Kira whispered, her excitement bubbling over as she grabbed her favorite blanket and snuck behind the staircase. It was her favorite spot for spying on Santa.
Lora stood back, watching her daughter with a mixture of love and guilt. Kira’s absolute belief that Santa would come made the lump in Lora’s throat harder to swallow.
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How could she break her daughter’s heart by telling her the truth? She smoothed her hands on her sweater and walked over, kneeling next to Kira.
“Kira, sweetheart,” Lora began softly, her voice careful. “Maybe Santa will come later. Why don’t you go to bed and let him surprise you in the morning?”
“No, Mommy!” Kira protested, her little face scrunching with determination. “I always see him when he comes. He has to come.”
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Lora felt her resolve falter, tears stinging her eyes. There was no avoiding it now. She gently took Kira’s hand in hers, her own trembling slightly.
“Kira,” she began again, her voice heavy with emotion, “there’s something I need to tell you about Santa and Daddy…”
But before the words could leave her mouth, the faint sound of footsteps filled the room. Lora froze, her breath hitching.
There, a figure in a red suit knelt down, reaching for a cookie.
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“Santa!” Kira squealed, leaping from her hiding spot and flinging herself into his arms. “You came!”
The man in the Santa suit chuckled heartily, his belly shaking. “Oh, you caught me again, little one! Ho ho ho!” he said, his voice rich and warm.
Lora stared, her heart pounding as Sandra appeared in the doorway wearing an elf costume, her face lit with a mischievous grin.
Lora’s breath caught as the realization dawned. This was Rick, her brother, Sandra’s husband, playing Santa.
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Kira’s laughter rang through the living room, filling the space with a joy Lora hadn’t heard in what felt like forever.
Kira tugged on Santa’s red sleeve, her excitement bubbling over.
“Did you like the cookies? I helped Mommy bake them!” she said proudly.
Santa, Rick in disguise, chuckled warmly and nodded.
“They’re the best cookies I’ve had all year! You must be quite the baker, little one,” he said, his deep voice perfectly mimicking the jolly character.
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“And have you been a good girl this year?”
“Oh, yes! The best!” Kira exclaimed, nodding vigorously. She bounced on her toes, her wide eyes filled with wonder.
“Santa, did you see our tree? Isn’t it the prettiest?”
“It’s the most beautiful tree I’ve ever seen,” Santa replied, leaning down with a twinkle in his eye.
Lora stood a few feet away, frozen in place. Her heart swelled with gratitude and emotion as she watched the scene unfold.
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Tears threatened to spill over as Sandra walked over to her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“Don’t worry,” Sandra whispered, her voice soft but reassuring. “It’s Rick. We figured Kira didn’t need the truth this year — not yet.”
Lora turned to her friend, her vision blurry with tears. “Thank you,” she managed to say, her voice breaking.
“Thank you for this.”
Sandra gave her a comforting squeeze.
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“Lora, you’re not alone. John may be gone, but we’re still here. You have us. We’ll always be here for you, especially when you need us the most.”
At that moment, Kira ran back to her mother, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Mommy! Santa said my tree is the best one he’s seen!”
Lora knelt, pulling her daughter into a tight hug.
She kissed Kira’s forehead. “It is,” she whispered.
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“And you’re the best little girl Santa could ever visit.”
As the evening wore on, Sandra and Rick stayed to share hot cocoa and stories by the tree. For the first time in months, Lora felt a glimmer of peace.
The ache of John’s absence lingered, but the love surrounding her dulled the edges of her pain.
She realized Sandra was right. There would come a day when Kira needed to know the truth, but tonight wasn’t that day. Tonight, the magic of Christmas remained intact.
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When Sandra and Rick finally left, Lora hugged her friend tightly. “I’ll never forget this,” she said softly.
“Thank you for reminding me I’m not alone.”
Sandra smiled warmly. “That’s what family is for.”
Later, as Lora tucked Kira into bed, she held her daughter’s hand a little longer, watching her drift into a peaceful sleep.
The pain of loss was still there, but so was love — enduring and abundant. Christmas, she thought, was about moments like this.
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