March 2nd, 2011
Malena Costa & Frankie Sandford: A Tale Of The 2.0 WAGs
Images: Splash; DiarioFemenino.com.
Without meaning to evoke images of Jersey Shore’s resident ab-master, it would appear that we have ourselves a situation here. One that could well affect your suitability as a candidate for entry into the platinum-plated, couture-clad bubble currently inhabited by our beloved WAGs.
Follow us, for you may hear something that will be advantageous to your health.
Those of you old enough to remember when David Beckham had only minimal tattoo coverage will clearly recall the events of the summer of 2006. This was a year when England’s embarrassment on the football pitch was actually overshadowed by the coverage of their partners’ adventures in the restaurants and bars of Baden-Baden. The tabloids were full of images of baby mommas and British ladies-in-non-prenup-waiting getting inebriated and hurling themselves onto tables, conspicuously consuming and generally getting on everyone’s nerves.
WAG 1.0 was in the house.
Since that time, she has remained largely untouched by human evolution, preferring instead to adapt to her environment by utilising hair extensions, tanning salons and the services of a plastic surgeon. There was the odd anomaly; Victoria Beckham and Cheryl Cole were both seemingly impervious to the doctrine of wandering the streets in hair curlers and spending their days engaged in competitive shopping, but the exception always proves the rule.
And we’re not saying this adherence to precedent is gone from our lives. For example, Carles Puyol’s gorgeous gal, Malena Costa, was recently spotted extolling the virtues of traditional WAGdom, gushing about how good her life is as a WAG.
And why the hell not? She’s got a great rep, advertising contracts coming at her from every direction and her very own pet blowout for comfort in times of hardship.
What else could a girl want? Apparently nothing: “I am very happy. I got everything I wanted”.
Now though, there appears to be a new breed on the prowl. A woman who apparently REJECTS the very title she has earned by dating a gentleman ‘baller. The Saturdays singer/Wayne Bridge’s girlfriend, Frankie Sandford has stated she is not a WAG.
Good grief. We realise that many have tried this. But Frankie has a steely determination about her, a conclusion we draw because we all love her hair but are too scared to have the chop ourselves. Frankie is, we feel, WAG 2.0. A new breed indeed.
Our question to you, people, is whether you are prepared to overlook the fact that this woman has heartlessly stomped on our dreams of career dumping in favour of beating the hell out of hubby’s credit card until it screams for mercy? As a WAG in waiting, are you a traditionalist or an advocate of the post-feminist ‘partner’ status, recently also observed in the likes of Christine Bleakley.
Tell us your views on this controversial matter. We’re too startled to comment.