She was huge in the 1980s and her performances are etched in our hearts – the iconic actress is stunning at 67

Admirers all around the world wished they were the stunning Debra Winger when Naval Officer Zack Mayo snatched factory worker Paula into his arms and whisked her from her place of employment in a classic romantic tale.

The iconic moment from the romance drama An Officer and a Gentleman, in which Richard Gere portrayed the dashing hero in navy whites, Officer Zack Mayo, became the standard for romantic tales for daydreamers.

Acting beside some of the sexiest men in Hollywood made Debra Winger the envy of many.

Winger, who is 67 years old, is still stunning today. Winger has shared pictures of herself on Instagram throughout the last few years; initially, she had brown hair, but now it is a naturally wavy gray.

Winger played Drusilla, the younger sister of Lynda Carter’s Diana Prince/Wonder Woman, in the popular TV series Wonder Woman (1979). Her first major role came in the 1976 film Slumber Party ’57. Winger was requested to make more appearances, but she declined out of fear that the role would mold her into a certain mold.

The emerging star would have a lucrative early 1980s and had no regrets about that choice.

She was nominated for multiple Academy Awards and Golden Globes during the peak of her early career for her roles in three classic 1980s films.

She costarred with John Travolta in Urban Cowboy in 1980; at the time, he was making fans go crazy with his slick dance moves in Saturday Night Fever (1977) and Grease (1988); she also played Emma in Terms of Endearment (1983), where she played a dying young woman with an overbearing mother named Aurora, played by Shirley MacLaine, and as Paula in An Officer and a Gentleman (1982).

Despite her enormous success, Winger took a brief break from acting to focus on other projects. Over forty years after her ascent to fame, rumors about her departure persist.

The majority of these rumors center on Winger’s conflicts with her co-stars.

Despite the fact that Winger reportedly had enough of the attractive Gere on the set, fans couldn’t get enough of him.

As stated in a passage from co-star Louis Gossett Jr.’s book “An Actor and a Gentleman,” which ABC News published, “The onscreen chemistry between the two of them was terrific, but it was a different story once the camera was turned off.” They were too close to one another to have remained apart.

Additionally, according to Gossett, Winger didn’t think highly of Gere’s acting and once called him “a brick wall.” She also called Taylor Hackford, the film’s director, who she did not like, “animal.”

Not just the characters in the movie bothered her.

MacLaine was a gorgeous, quirky, and seasoned veteran who contrasted with Winger, who was a free spirit both in real life and in her part as Emma.

Their romance began with that first meeting.

In a People interview, MacLaine stated, “I was wearing all my leftover movie-star fur coats to see how my character would feel.” “Debra was there, wearing a miniskirt and combat boots.I exclaimed, “Oh my goodness.”

According to People, “In fact, the set turned into the origin of Hollywood’s most cherished rumors.” Winger desired first place. It was said that one slugged the other.

Subsequently, the two women faced off at the Oscars after receiving nominations for best actress.

“I deserve this,” MacLaine declared in her acceptance speech as she took the award home.

Despite the rumors, Winger maintains that she “pushed the pause button” on Hollywood for private, not for work-related, reasons.

“I didn’t care for the parts that were about to happen. That was something I had already done or experienced. I required a challenge. I totally embraced the challenge that my life presented to me, Winger said to People.

MacLaine was a gorgeous, quirky, and seasoned veteran who contrasted with Winger, who was a free spirit both in real life and in her part as Emma.

Their romance began with that first meeting.

In a People interview, MacLaine stated, “I was wearing all my leftover movie-star fur coats to see how my character would feel.” “Debra was there, wearing a miniskirt and combat boots.I exclaimed, “Oh my goodness.”

According to People, “In fact, the set turned into the origin of Hollywood’s most cherished rumors.” Winger desired first place. It was said that one slugged the other.

Subsequently, the two women faced off at the Oscars after receiving nominations for best actress.

“I deserve this,” MacLaine declared in her acceptance speech as she took the award home.

Despite the rumors, Winger maintains that she “pushed the pause button” on Hollywood for private, not for work-related, reasons.

“I didn’t care for the parts that were about to happen. That was something I had already done or experienced. I required a challenge. I totally embraced the challenge that my life presented to me, Winger said to People.

We can’t imagine a Hollywood without Debra Winger and we hope she soon gets to take home an Academy Award! What are your favorite Winger movies?

Acting alongside Hollywood’s hottest men, Debra Winger was the envy of many.

Today, Winger, 67, is as beautiful as ever. In the past few years, Winger has posted photos herself on Instagram, first with brown hair and now to a natural wavy gray.

Winger’s first starring role was in the 1976 film Slumber Party ‘57, which led to a part on the hit TV series Wonder Woman (1979), where she played Drusilla, the younger sister to Lynda Carter’s Diana Prince/Wonder Woman. Winger was asked to appear more often but concerned she’d be typecast by that role, she declined.

There were no regrets for that decision, the early ‘80s would be prosperous for the rising star.

At the height of her young career, she received numerous nods from the Academy and Golden Globes for performances in three iconic movies of the 1980’s.

In 1980, she starred in Urban Cowboy, with John Travolta, who at the time was driving fans wild with his smooth dance moves in Saturday Night Fever (1977) and Grease (1988); as Paula in An Officer and a Gentleman (1982) and in Terms of Endearment (1983), where she played Emma, a dying young woman with an over-bearing mother, Aurora, played by Shirley MacLaine.

Despite her huge success, Winger, carving hours from her acting schedule, took a mini Hollywood hiatus, and more than four decades after her rise to stardom, speculation of why she left is still circulating.

Most of these rumours revolve around the feuds that Winger had with her co-stars.

Though fans couldn’t get enough of the handsome Gere, it’s been widely reported that Winger had enough of him on the set.

According to an excerpt published on ABC News from the book, “An Actor and a Gentleman,” by co-star, Louis Gossett Jr., who played Sgt. Emil Foley: “The onscreen chemistry between the two of them was terrific, but it was a different story once the camera was turned off. They couldn’t have stayed farther apart from each other.”

Gossett also claims that Winger didn’t think much of Gere’s acting and wrote that she once described Gere as “a brick wall.” And, the film’s director, Taylor Hackford, whom she also did not like, she referred to as “animal.”

It wasn’t only people on that film that ruffled her feathers.

Winger, a free spirit in real life and in her role as Emma, also clashed with the prolific MacLaine, a glamorous, eccentric and seasoned veteran.

Their first meeting set the stage for their relationship.

“To see how my character would feel I was wearing all my leftover movie-star fur coats,” MacLaine said in an interview with People. “There was Debra dressed in combat boots and a miniskirt…I thought, ‘Oh my goodness.’”

People writes, “Indeed, the set became the source of Hollywood’s most relished rumors. Winger wanted top billing. One reportedly slugged the other.”

And then, the women were pitted against each other in the Oscars when they were both nominated for best actress.

MacLaine, taking the trophy home, said in her acceptance speech, “I deserve this!”

Rumors aside, Winger insists she “pushed the pause button” on Hollywood for personal reasons and not professional.

“The parts that were coming, I wasn’t interested in. I’d already done that or I’d already felt that. I needed to be challenged. My life challenged me more than the parts, so I dove into it fully,” Winger told People.

After starring in the 1995 romcom Forget Paris with Billy Crystal, Winger took a six-year break.

In that time, she moved to New York City and shifted her focus to actor Arliss Howard, whom she married in 1996. The pair have a son, Gideon Babe, who was born in 1997, and she is stepmother to Sam, Howard’s son from a previous marriage. She also has another biological child, Noah Hutton, whom she mothered while married to her first husband, Timothy Hutton (1986 to 1990).

She reappeared in the 2001 film Big Bad Love, that was directed and produced by her husband, who also co-starred alongside Winger and Rosanna Arquette, who’s next project was 2002 film Searching for Debra Winger. As director of the documentary, Arquette attempts to answer why Winger temporarily abandoned her career at peak performance.

Winger gained some momentum with roles in Rachel Getting Married (2008) with Anne Hathaway, the 2017 romcom The Lovers, and the crime-comedy, Kajillionaire (2020).

In 2021, she was in With/In, Volume two of the anthological drama film, in the segment Her Own, which is written and directed by her husband, who also co-stars.

“I don’t know what Hollywood is. I’m living under the freaking sign now, and I just stare at it and laugh. Los Angeles is a place, but the idea of Hollywood doesn’t really exist for me,” Winger said, adding, “…although there must be some in-crowds that I just don’t know about.”

Without Debra Winger, we couldn’t imagine Hollywood, and we hope she wins an Oscar soon! Which Winger films are your favorites?

For 30 Years, My Father Made Me Believe I Was Adopted – I Was Shocked to Find Out Why

For thirty years, I believed I was adopted, abandoned by parents who couldn’t keep me. But a trip to the orphanage shattered everything I thought I knew.

I was three years old the first time my dad told me I was adopted. We were sitting on the couch, and I had just finished building a tower out of brightly colored blocks. I imagine he smiled at me, but it was the kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

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A girl playing with building blocks | Source: Pexels

“Sweetheart,” he said, resting his hand on my shoulder. “There’s something you should know.”

I looked up, clutching my favorite stuffed rabbit. “What is it, Daddy?”

“Your real parents couldn’t take care of you,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “So your mom and I stepped in. We adopted you to give you a better life.”

“Real parents?” I asked, tilting my head.

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A man playing with his daughter | Source: Pexels

He nodded. “Yes. But they loved you very much, even if they couldn’t keep you.”

I didn’t understand much, but the word “love” made me feel safe. “So you’re my daddy now?”

“That’s right,” he said. Then he hugged me, and I nestled into his chest, feeling like I belonged.

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A man hugging his daughter | Source: Pexels

Six months later, my mom died in a car accident. I don’t remember much about her—just a blurry image of her smile, soft and warm, like sunshine on a chilly day. After that, it was just me and my dad.

At first, things weren’t so bad. Dad took care of me. He made peanut butter sandwiches for lunch and let me watch cartoons on Saturday mornings. But as I grew older, things started to change.

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A man feeding his daughter | Source: Pexels

When I was six, I couldn’t figure out how to tie my shoes. I cried, frustrated, as I tugged at the laces.

Dad sighed loudly. “Maybe you got that stubbornness from your real parents,” he muttered under his breath.

“Stubborn?” I asked, blinking up at him.

“Just… figure it out,” he said, walking away.

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A girl crying | Source: Pexels

He said things like that a lot. Anytime I struggled with school or made a mistake, he’d blame it on my “real parents.”

When I turned six, Dad hosted a barbecue in our backyard. I was excited because all the neighborhood kids were coming. I wanted to show them my new bike.

As the adults stood around talking and laughing, Dad raised his glass and said, “You know, we adopted her. Her real parents couldn’t handle the responsibility.”

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A man talking to his family at a barbecue | Source: Midjourney

The laughter faded. I froze, holding my plate of chips.

One of the moms asked, “Oh, really? How sad.”

Dad nodded, taking a sip of his drink. “Yeah, but she’s lucky we took her in.”

The words sank like stones in my chest. The next day at school, the other kids whispered about me.

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Two girls whispering | Source: Pexels

“Why didn’t your real parents want you?” one boy sneered.

“Are you gonna get sent back?” a girl giggled.

I ran home crying, hoping Dad would comfort me. But when I told him, he shrugged. “Kids will be kids,” he said. “You’ll get over it.”

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A man shrugging | Source: Pexels

On my birthdays, Dad started taking me to visit a local orphanage. He’d park outside the building, point to the kids playing in the yard, and say, “See how lucky you are? They don’t have anyone.”

By the time I was a teenager, I dreaded my birthday.

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A sad girl in her room | Source: Pexels

The idea that I wasn’t wanted followed me everywhere. In high school, I kept my head down and worked hard, hoping to prove I was worth keeping. But no matter what I did, I always felt like I wasn’t enough.

When I was 16, I finally asked Dad about my adoption.

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A girl talking to her father | Source: Midjourney

“Can I see the papers?” I asked one night as we ate dinner.

He frowned, then left the table. A few minutes later, he came back with a folder. Inside, there was a single page—a certificate with my name, a date, and a seal.

“See? Proof,” he said, tapping the paper.

I stared at it, unsure of what to feel. It looked real enough, but something about it felt… incomplete.

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A girl looking at documents in her hands | Source: Midjourney

Still, I didn’t ask any more questions.

Years later, when I met Matt, he saw through my walls right away.

“You don’t talk about your family much,” he said one night as we sat on the couch.

I shrugged. “There’s not much to say.”

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A young couple watching TV together | Source: Pexels

But he didn’t let it go. Over time, I told him everything—the adoption, the teasing, the orphanage visits, and how I always felt like I didn’t belong.

“Have you ever thought about looking into your past?” he asked gently.

“No,” I said quickly. “Why would I? My dad already told me everything.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice kind but steady. “What if there’s more to the story? Wouldn’t you want to know?”

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A couple having a serious talk | Source: Pexels

I hesitated, my heart pounding. “I don’t know,” I whispered.

“Then let’s find out together,” he said, squeezing my hand.

For the first time, I considered it. What if there was more?

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A woman deep in thought | Source: Pexels

The orphanage was smaller than I had imagined. Its brick walls were faded, and the playground equipment out front looked worn but still cared for. My palms were clammy as Matt parked the car.

“You ready?” he asked, turning to me with his steady, reassuring gaze.

“Not really,” I admitted, clutching my bag like a lifeline. “But I guess I have to be.”

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A couple talking in a car | Source: Midjourney

We stepped inside, and the air smelled faintly of cleaning supplies and something sweet, like cookies. A woman with short gray hair and kind eyes greeted us from behind a wooden desk.

“Hi, how can I help you?” she asked, her smile warm.

I swallowed hard. “I… I was adopted from here when I was three years old. I’m trying to find more information about my biological parents.”

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A woman standing at a desk in an orphanage | Source: Midjourney

“Of course,” she said, her brow furrowing slightly. “What’s your name and the date of your adoption?”

I gave her the details my dad had told me. She nodded and began typing into an old computer. The clacking of the keys seemed to echo in the quiet room.

Minutes passed. Her frown deepened. She tried again, flipping through a thick binder.

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A woman looking through documents | Source: Pexels

Finally, she looked up, her expression apologetic. “I’m sorry, but we don’t have any records of you here. Are you sure this is the right orphanage?”

My stomach dropped. “What? But… this is where my dad said I was adopted from. I’ve been told that my whole life.”

Matt leaned forward and peeked into the papers. “Could there be a mistake? Maybe another orphanage in the area?”

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A man looking through the documents | Source: Midjourney

She shook her head. “We keep very detailed records. If you were here, we would know. I’m so sorry.”

The room spun as her words sank in. My whole life suddenly felt like a lie.

The car ride home was heavy with silence. I stared out the window, my thoughts racing.

“Are you okay?” Matt asked softly, glancing at me.

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A serious woman in a car | Source: Midjourney

“No,” I said, my voice trembling. “I need answers.”

“We’ll get them,” he said firmly. “Let’s talk to your dad. He owes you the truth.”

When we pulled up to my dad’s house, my heart pounded so loudly I could barely hear anything else. The porch light flickered as I knocked.

It took a moment, but the door opened. My dad stood there in his old plaid shirt, his face creased with surprise.

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A man in a plaid shirt | Source: Midjourney

“Hey,” he said, his voice cautious. “What are you doing here?”

I didn’t bother with pleasantries. “We went to the orphanage,” I blurted out. “They don’t have any record of me. Why would they say that?”

His expression froze. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then he sighed heavily and stepped back. “Come in.”

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A man talking to his daughter | Source: Midjourney

Matt and I followed him into the living room. He sank into his recliner, running a hand through his thinning hair.

“I knew this day would come,” he said quietly.

“What are you talking about?” I demanded, my voice breaking. “Why did you lie to me?”

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An angry woman | Source: Pexels

He looked at the floor, his face shadowed with regret. “You weren’t adopted,” he said, his voice barely audible. “You’re your mother’s child… but not mine. She had an affair.”

The words hit me like a punch. “What?”

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A sad middle-aged man | Source: Midjourney

“She cheated on me,” he said, his voice bitter. “When she got pregnant, she begged me to stay. I agreed, but I couldn’t look at you without seeing what she did to me. So I made up the adoption story.”

My hands trembled. “You lied to me for my entire life? Why would you do that?”

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A confused shocked woman | Source: Pexels

“I don’t know,” he said, his shoulders slumping. “I was angry. Hurt. I thought… maybe if you believed you weren’t mine, it would be easier for me to handle. Maybe I wouldn’t hate her so much. It was stupid. I’m sorry.”

I blinked back tears, my voice shaking with disbelief. “You faked the papers?”

He nodded slowly. “I had a friend who worked in records. He owed me a favor. It wasn’t hard to make it look real.”

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A sad man looking at his hands | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t breathe. The teasing, the orphanage visits, the comments about my “real parents” wasn’t about me at all. It was his way of dealing with his pain.

“I was just a kid,” I whispered. “I didn’t deserve this.”

“I know,” he said, his voice breaking. “I know I failed you.”

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A sad woman sitting in her kitchen | Source: Midjourney

I stood up, my legs shaky. “I can’t do this right now. Be sure that I will take care of you when the time comes. But I can’t stay,” I said, turning to Matt. “Let’s go.”

Matt nodded, his jaw tight as he glared at my father. “You’re coming with me,” he said softly.

As we walked out the door, my dad called after me. “I’m sorry! I really am!”

But I didn’t turn around.

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A sad grieving woman | Source: Pexels

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