Louisa Jacobson, the daughter of famous actress Meryl Streep, has publicly come out as queer. She shared the happy news on Instagram with a photo of herself and her partner, which made fans and social media users very excited.
The 33-year-old actress, known for her role in “The Gilded Age,” posted pictures with her partner, Anna Blundell, on June 22. This date was special because it was both her mother’s birthday and during Pride Month.
In her post, Jacobson shared how happy she felt, writing, “blessed to be entering the Joyful New Era bb.” Her caption referred to a recent New York Times article called “We’re Entering a Joyful New Era of Lesbian Fashion.”
Support for Jacobson’s announcement flooded social media. Blogger Sky Maddas praised her choice of timing, saying, “COMING OUT AT YOUR MOM’S BIRTHDAY IS SO ICONIC.”
Socialite Derek Blasberg also joined in with a happy “Happy Pride.” Fans left encouraging comments like “omg so happy for you!” and “We’ll support you in every era kiddo!”
Earlier in June, Jacobson gave hints about her relationship by sharing ten photos on Instagram that showed her close bond with Blundell. One photo showed them taking a mirror selfie in an elevator, both wearing matching black outfits.
Another photo featured Blundell, wearing an “ITALIA” hat, kissing Jacobson’s cheek. Jacobson, in orange-tinted sunglasses and a grey denim jacket, looked happy.
One more photo showed them holding hands while walking down the street, both in denim and black long-sleeve outfits.
In the final photo, they stood in a living room, each holding a drink and looking towards a table outside where a child was sitting alone. Jacobson captioned the post, “Cute spring things.”
Even though Jacobson has come out publicly, she has kept her romantic life mostly private. She has shared photos with Blundell, but Blundell has only posted about their relationship once on Instagram.
On December 15, 2023, Blundell, a producer, posted a similar photo with the caption “Annual update,” showing herself looking away while Jacobson smiled at the camera under red light.
Jacobson’s new relationship is similar to her mother’s romantic life. After separating from her long-time husband, Streep was rumored to be dating one of her “Only Murders in the Building” co-stars last March after their appearance at the Golden Globes.
Before the recent rumors, Meryl Streep had been married to Don Gummer for 45 years. They got married in September 1978 after knowing each other for less than a year. They met through Streep’s brother, Harry.
Now, Streep and Gummer are separated. In 2023, a spokesperson for Streep revealed that they had been living apart for more than six years. The last time they were seen together was at the 2018 Oscars.
The spokesperson said that even though Streep and Gummer still care about each other, they have decided to live separate lives.
After their split, there have been rumors that Streep might be involved with her co-star from “Only Murders in the Building,” Martin Short. The rumors started when they were seen together at the 81st Annual Golden Globes.
At the event, Streep and Short were sitting with Selena Gomez, their co-star. All three were nominated for their roles, which added to Streep’s record as the most-nominated actor in Golden Globes history.
Fans noticed the chemistry between Streep and Short and began speculating on social media about whether they might be a couple. One fan said, “Sitting with the knowledge that Meryl Streep and Martin Short might be in love but I have no proof.”
Fans thought that if Streep and Short were dating, it would be a big deal. “If Martin Short and Meryl Streep are dating, that’s the biggest power couple going,” one fan said. Another fan added, “Martin Short and Meryl Streep — be the power couple of 2024 we all need if you aren’t already.”
Like Streep, Short was also in a long-term marriage. He married his wife, Nancy Dolman, in 1980, and they were together until she passed away in 2010.
Dolman died of natural causes after Short called 911 from their Los Angeles home. They had been married for 30 years and had three children: Oliver, Henry, and Katherine.
Reports said Dolman had been battling ovarian cancer since 2007. In 2019, Short talked about his marriage and losing his wife, calling it “a triumph.” He said he still feels connected to her and seeks her guidance on decisions, especially about their children. He believes that those who have passed away continue to have an impact on their loved ones.
Short explained, “This idea that it just ends, and don’t speak of them — that’s wrong. That’s based on denial that we’re all going to die. So to me, she’s still here.” Losing his wife also led him to embrace risk-taking.
The Canadian-born actor doesn’t believe in bucket lists, focusing instead on daily happiness. He keeps a list of categories like health and career, periodically giving himself a report card to identify areas for improvement.
Short reminisced about a childhood question: “What is the most important thing in life?” His response was simple yet profound: “To be happy.” For Short, part of that happiness comes from being helpful to the people he loves. “That’s what takes you from day to day,” he added.
Now, fans speculate whether Streep is one of the people Short loves. Rumors of a romance between them intensified after they were seen together at the 2024 AFI Luncheon.
Moreover, Streep and Short’s characters in “Only Murders in the Building” fell in love during the third season of the Hulu comedy. Fans have noted their great on-screen chemistry. “Only Murders in the Building” is a collaborative creation by Steve Martin and John Hoffman.
Hoffman shared that Streep expressed gratitude to him for crafting the romantic storyline involving her and Short’s characters in the series, noting their incredible on-screen connection. In season three, episode five, Streep and Short’s characters share a date on a ferry overlooking New York City.
Hoffman recalled Streep’s fondness for the ferry location, ranking it among her top two favorite filming sites. “It was the most magical night of shooting, and they were completely beyond wonderful together,” Hoffman remarked about the scene and the chemistry between Streep and Short.
Besides their on-screen chemistry, Streep and Short have been enjoying their time together off-screen. On February 21, 2023, the pair had dinner with friends at Giorgio Baldi in Santa Monica, California.
For their outing, Streep wore black pants with a hot pink button-down shirt and a red jacket. Short wore a gray sweater and a black blazer.
An insider shared details about their dinner. The source said, “They were really enjoying their meal and having a blast the whole time,” mentioning there was “lots of laughing” and that the group “couldn’t have been having a better time.”
Despite their close friendship, Short has denied any romantic relationship with Streep. In a January 2024 interview, Short said, “We are not a couple; we are just very good friends.”
Both Streep and her daughter Jacobson are moving on to new phases in their lives. Jacobson is in a new relationship with Blundell, and Streep is enjoying her close friendship with Short. They are both embracing these new chapters with love and support.
My MIL Started Coming to Our House in Latex Gloves, Saying She Was Disgusted to Touch Anything – The Truth Was Much Worse
When my MIL started visiting wearing latex gloves, claiming she was “disgusted to touch anything,” it felt like a slap in the face. I was juggling newborn twins and exhaustion, yet her judgment pushed me to the brink. But one day, a ripped glove revealed a shocking secret she’d been hiding.
When my perfectionist MIL, Marilyn, first started wearing latex gloves while visiting, I was too exhausted to think much of it.
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The twins, Emma and Lily, were two weeks old, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept more than two hours straight.
At first, I’d managed to keep up with the housework between naps and caring for the twins. But now, the days blurred together in a haze of baby powder, formula, and endless loads of laundry that never quite made it from the dryer to our dresser drawers.
Marilyn’s house was always immaculate, but I’d never held myself to such high standards. Besides, the babies were my priority now. I assumed Marilyn would understand that, but it seemed I was wrong.
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Every one of Marilyn’s visits followed the same pattern. She’d arrive precisely at ten in the morning to “help me out” wearing her perfectly fitted latex gloves and make a beeline for the kitchen.
But she didn’t seem to be doing much in the way of helping me. Sometimes she unpacked the dishwasher or folded laundry, but mostly she just walked around the house, moving things here and there.
One day, I couldn’t take it anymore!
“Marilyn,” I said, “why are you always wearing gloves lately?”
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The silence that followed felt endless. Marilyn’s eyes darted to the side and her brow crinkled as though I’d asked her a complicated math problem.
Then she said something that devastated me.
“Your house is just so messy and dirty,” she said. “It’s disgusting. I’m afraid to touch anything with my bare hands.”
I stood there, holding Emma against my shoulder, her tiny body warm and real while my mother-in-law’s words echoed in my head.
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I was too shocked and hurt to reply, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what Marilyn said. Later that night, after we’d finally gotten the twins down, I tried to talk to Danny about it.
“I’m sure she doesn’t mean it like that,” he said, not meeting my eyes as he cleaned a spot of baby spit-up on the carpet. “Mom’s just… particular about cleanliness and keeping things tidy.”
“Particular?” I laughed, but it came out more like a sob. “Danny, she’s wearing surgical gloves in our home. What’s next? A mask and scrubs?”
He sighed, running his hands through his hair. “What do you want me to do? She’s my mother.”
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After that, I became obsessed with cleaning. Between feedings and diaper changes, I scrubbed and organized like a woman possessed.
I’d stay up long after the twins fell asleep, wiping down surfaces that were already clean, reorganizing cabinets that didn’t need it, desperate to create some semblance of the perfection Marilyn seemed to demand.
The house smelled perpetually of bleach and baby powder. Nevertheless, Marilyn kept arriving with her gloves.
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“You really should consider a cleaning service,” she said one afternoon. “It might help with… all of this.”
Her gesture encompassed the entire room: the basket of unfolded laundry, the stack of unwashed bottles, and the scattered baby toys that seemed to multiply overnight.
I bit my tongue so hard I tasted blood. Behind me, Lily started to fuss, her tiny face scrunching up in preparation for a cry that would surely wake her sister.
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The invisible weight of Marilyn’s judgment pressed down on my shoulders as I hurried to soothe my daughter.
Weeks passed, and the twins were starting to smile — real smiles, not just gas. They were developing personalities: Emma, the serious observer, and Lily, our little comedian.
Danny and I were on the couch, watching them play on their mat, enjoying one of those rare perfect moments when both babies were content and quiet.
Marilyn arrived for her usual visit, the soft swoosh of her designer slacks announcing her presence before she even spoke.
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She set her bag down, surveying the room with her critical eye. “Oh, I see you’ve cleaned a bit. Good effort.”
Her gaze fixed on the roses Danny had bought for me yesterday. She immediately honed in on the bouquet, changing the water in the vase and rearranging the flowers. I didn’t pay her much attention until a sharp ripping sound broke the silence.
Danny and I both turned. Marilyn’s glove had torn, and through the gash in the latex, I glimpsed something that shocked me.
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Marilyn had a tattoo on her hand! Not just any tattoo, but a heart with a name inside it: Mason. That flash of ink seemed impossible for my proper, perfect mother-in-law.
Marilyn quickly stuffed her hand into her pocket, but it was too late. Danny and I exchanged puzzled looks.
“Mom?” Danny’s voice was careful, measured. “What was that on your hand?”
“I-It’s nothing,” Marilyn stammered, already turning toward the door.
“It isn’t.” Danny stood to face his mother. “Who’s Mason?”
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She froze, her shoulders tight, and then her perfect posture crumbled.
“Mason… was someone I met a few months ago,” she began. Her voice was small, nothing like the confident tone that had delivered so many critiques of my housekeeping.
“He’s… younger than me,” she continued. “I know it’s crazy, but he was so charming. So sweet. He told me everything I wanted to hear. He told me I was beautiful, that I was special. I hadn’t felt that way in a long time, Danny.”
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Tears began rolling down Marilyn’s cheeks, smearing her mascara. “After your father passed, I was so lonely, and Mason… he seemed to understand.”
“You’re telling me you… you’re dating this Mason guy?” Danny’s voice cracked.
Marilyn shook her head. “No! We were dating, but… I thought he cared about me, Danny. He convinced me to get this tattoo, told me it would prove how much I loved him, but…” Marilyn’s voice broke.
“What happened?” I asked softly. “You can tell us, Marilyn.”
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“After I got the tattoo… he laughed at me. Said it was a joke. Said he’d been wondering how far he could push the uptight widow. Then he left.”
The silence in the room was deafening. Lily chose that moment to coo softly, the sound almost jarring in its innocence. Emma reached for her sister’s hand, and I watched as their tiny fingers intertwined.
“I was so humiliated,” Marilyn continued, her words coming faster now. “I couldn’t let you see how stupid I’d been. The gloves… they were my way of hiding it. Every time I looked at this tattoo, I saw my own foolishness staring back at me.”
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Danny moved first, stepping forward to hug his mother. “Mom… I don’t even know what to say. But you didn’t have to go through this alone.”
I looked at Marilyn, really looked at her. Behind the perfect makeup and coordinated outfit, I saw something I’d never noticed before: vulnerability. The weight of her secret had been crushing her, just like the weight of new motherhood had been crushing me.
We’d both been drowning in our own ways, too proud or scared to reach out for help.
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“We all make mistakes,” I said softly. “But we can’t let them define us.”
Marilyn turned to me, her carefully constructed facade completely shattered. “I’ve been so hard on you. I didn’t want to face my mess, so I focused on yours. I’m sorry.” Her voice caught. “The twins… they’re beautiful, and you’re doing an amazing job. I’ve been terrible, haven’t I?”
Tears welled in my eyes as I nodded. “Let’s move forward. Together.”
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As if on cue, both twins started fussing. Without thinking, Marilyn peeled off her remaining glove and reached for Emma.
Her hands were perfectly manicured, with that small heart tattoo telling its own story of human imperfection. For the first time since the twins were born, I felt like we could be a real family.
Later that night, after Marilyn had gone home and the twins were asleep, Danny found me in the nursery.
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“You know,” he said quietly, “I think this is the first time I’ve seen Mom cry since Dad died.”
I leaned against him, watching our daughters sleep. “Sometimes we need to fall apart before we can come back together stronger.”
He kissed the top of my head, and I felt something shift between us — a new understanding, perhaps, or just the recognition that perfection isn’t nearly as important as connection.
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The next morning, when I found Marilyn’s discarded latex gloves in our trash, I smiled. Some messes, it turns out, are worth making.
Here’s another story: When my 12-year-old son Ben took up our wealthy neighbor’s offer to shovel snow for $10 a day, he couldn’t wait to buy gifts for the family. But when that man refused to pay, calling it a “lesson about contracts,” Ben was heartbroken. That’s when I decided to teach him a lesson he’d never forget.
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.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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