Lordy, I know the celebs of this world are used to having paparazzi thrust their long lenses in their face whenever they scratch their head (or worse) but I do feel a little bit sorry for Jennifer Aniston. Ok, I’ve been on Team Jen since Brad ran off with Ange and grew that disgusting beard but I’ve really felt for her this week.
Her hair – or specifically her haircut – has made headlines around the world.
The poor girl stepped out on to a red carpet in Madrid and suddenly it was all about her new bob – or should that be “Job”. I couldn’t tell you which movie she was promoting as it was all about the hair.
The fascination with Jen’s hair goes back to Friends and “The Rachel” – the cut we all had to have in the ’90s and couldn’t really copy at home because straightening irons hadn’t been invented and hair stylists don’t tend to do home visits (unless you are Jen!) to blow dry your hair every morning.
My attempt at the Rachel was so dismal I had it all cut off into “the Gwyneth” (Sliding Doors).
I’m am a celebrity hair tragic.
My hair stylist of the past six years just laughs and rolls her eyes when I come in waving around a glossy mag, talking a million miles a minute about a new celebrity do I’d like to try.
To her credit, she did humour me with a blonde version of Mrs Beckham’s “pob” a few years ago.
But my attempts to look like Reese Witherspoon with flicky, long flowing locks didn’t quite make the Legally Blonde grade.
Through all chopping and changing and playing roulette with celebrity hair, I’m grateful for one thing: that I am in no danger of anyone giving two hoots about my hair … even my husband doesn’t notice if I’ve been to the salon.
*This post is part of Maxabella “I’m grateful for …” blog link-up. Click on the image below and check out what others are grateful for this week.