Apologize in advance to those of you who had your fill of this woman, but I can’t resist. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.
Newly converted-to-Islam anti-Israel tool Lauren Booth tells us all what she sees in the mirror.
And as we already know, it’s not pretty.
Most mornings, I smear on foundation, out of habit more than anything. When you work in TV you forget what “real” skin looks like. My pallid or florid facial flesh is always a shock if I “bare-face it” for the walk to school. I haven’t bothered to study my features for a long, long time. Sitting here, with a mirror, is an exercise in long-forgotten vanity. I realise that today, my face is that of a mother; a not-too-bad-for-her-age-bright-smile one who, like everyone, has had her fair share of ups and downs. My daughters always heap praise on me when I wear no make-up, which inspires me to wear less – or none.
If I’m filming, I wear light make-up. Working with Iranian and Arab make-up artists for years, I now put lots of kohl inside and outside the eyes. Talking of which, my eyes are still sparkly, which is nice. I suspect this is due to the fact that since converting to Islam in September, I’ve stopped drinking and smoking. I also wear a scarf now, whenever I leave the house. Not because I’ve been told to, but to remind myself of the path I am on. I’ve spent more on scarves in the past eight weeks than on clothes in the past six months. Who’d have thought they were so difficult to keep on your hair? Some days I live in hijab hell – the Muslim woman’s version of a bad hair day. On these days I spend a ridiculous amount of time in various loos, fiddling and rejigging a scarf, hoping to create a demure yet modern look. All too often, I end up looking like a 1950s extra from the Rovers Return.
Like you, I don’t find any of this remotely interesting, except for the fact that this woman – who clearly has the writing skill of a failing high school student – has a job with the Guardian. (As a commenter puts it: “This article made me want to convert to illiteracy.”)
But there’s the answer really – it is The Guardian, which is – to quote a great man – “a wretched hive of scum and villainy.” The kind of place where even the music critics take potshots at Israel (and yours truly).
