Like most people my age in the U.K., I grew up fascinated by WAGs—the wives and girlfriends of footballers. They were practically a religion, a phenomenon similar to the early days of Paris Hilton or Kim Kardashian—as in, women made famous by association.
And while other stars who had achieved fame tried to hide as much of their private lives from the camera as possible, this group, like Hilton and Kardashian, reveled in the exposure. They invited us to watch their wild parties and lavish holidays, using one hand to coyly cover their faces from flashes and the other to beckon the photographers closer.
