Have “helmet hair” according to Dave Cameron’s mother-in-law. Yup, can’t argue with that. They look like when they go to the salon the hairdresser plonks on an old Kraut coal-scuttle helmet his grandad brought back from the war and trims round it. They look bloody awful which is appropriate because they are bloody awful. To be honest I never got the “Blairs Babe’s” epithet unless it was a reference to Dick King-Smith’s charming tale of a sheep-pig.
Lady Astor later apologised for the remark, calling it “silly”.
I don’t think it is at all. That haircut is used by women to say, “I’m competent and efficienct”. It says, “Trust me to get the job done because I care about serious things and not girly things like hair”. I have seen it in many offices and schools and such places and it is almost invariably a facade desperately clung to because behind it lies someone who has been hopelessly over-promoted. Whether this is knowin and they are self-aware enough to consciously wear this camouflage or whether they’re just dumb self-deluded bints is an exercise I leave to the reader.
The irony in all this is they are taking a fundamentally sexist position because these dopey cows generally believe any of their colleagues that look good “slept their way to the top” or some such. Don’t they realize that this uniform they don is every bit as strict and stereotypical as the likes of Pan Am would have applied to it’s trolley-dollies in the ’60s. You know the sort of things The Shorts and Harmans of this world fought so vociferously against… They are a throwback to the wimmin of the ’70s reading terrible poetry about “their angry lesbian breasts”… I thought we were over all that nonsense years ago and that the “sex wars” were over… They are for most folks these days but alas not for the monstrous regiment of helmeted women.