THEY say revenge is a dish best served cold. Coleen Rooney, or “Wagatha Christie” as she has amusingly been dubbed, has apparently been plotting her payback on former pal Rebekah Vardy for months.
And her attention to detail is impressive. Unless you live under a rock, you will have been as gripped as the rest of us by Coleen’s very public suggestion that Rebekah has sold stories about Coleen’s personal life “for a few years now”.
“After a long time of trying to figure out who it could be,” Coleen wrote on Instagram, “for various reasons I had a suspicion. To try and prove this I came up with an idea.”
That meant blocking all of her followers except one on her private Instagram account, then posting fake stories to see if they made it into the papers.
“The story about gender selection in Mexico, the story about returning to TV and the latest story about the basement flooding in my new house,” she wrote, were all false.
So when the stories appeared in print, Coleen pounced. “Now I know for certain which account/individual it’s come from. It’s . . . Rebekah Vardy’s account.”
Rebekah denies being the source of the stories, claiming a string of other people have had access to her Instagram account. Call me old-fashioned, but why didn’t Coleen pick up the phone instead of picking a public fight?
Coleen assumed this saga would grab the world’s attention. It has, but perhaps not for the reasons she thought.
It gives us a real insight into the reality of fame and the obsessive paranoia that can go with it.
‘I COULDN’T SURVIVE WITHOUT MY FRIENDS’
Although she is used to living out her personal dramas in the public eye, Coleen has forgotten that public spats, especially those waged on social media, never end well.
All too often, they reflect badly on BOTH parties. And they can lead to a social media pile-on that seriously affects people’s lives.
Rebekah cut short her holiday this week and has had to contend with some truly vile trolling about her children and even her unborn baby.
Meanwhile, what Coleen has failed to grasp is this: Something is only a secret if you are the only person who knows about it.
The moment you share your secrets on social media — even in a “private” group — you risk those secrets escaping into the real world.
You know, the real world, where friends meet up for a glass of wine and a long chat, talking about their lives rather than sharing edited highlights via social media.
That is what friends are for. I couldn’t survive without my friends and would far rather chat to them than post on social media.
‘NEEDS TO GET OVER HERSELF’
If you suspect someone is stealing your secrets and selling them on, wouldn’t any right-thinking person simply cut them out of their life?
Why bother laying an elaborate trap to catch the culprit if the main objective is to stop it happening and get negative people away from you?
To me, it feels very teenagerish, the sort of thing you do in school, not when you are a grown woman with four kids.
The lengths Coleen went to suggest she has a bit too much time on her hands.
Perhaps this is a by-product of an obsession with your privacy — when you want it, that is, and not when you are selling your wedding photos to glossy celebrity magazines.
You develop such a high opinion of yourself that you truly believe the world and his wife are on tenterhooks about the latest minutiae of your domestic life.
This story highlights something else: The impact fame can have on someone’s ego and their sense of their own importance. Really, Coleen just needs to get over herself.
Pie ban can’t be trusted
WE desperately need to do something about one in three primary school kids being dangerously fat – double the rate of 30 years ago.
But banning consumption of all food and drink on public transport – as well as pies at football matches – would be scratching the wrong itch.
Isn’t the real answer to educate people about healthy eating and stop companies marketing sugary foods to children? Alongside spending more time and money promoting sport so kids move more and eat less?
Don’t get me wrong, I object to people eating food on the Tube. But that has nothing to do with weight . . . and everything to do with how off-putting it is to sit next to someone scoffing a stinking kebab.
Tragedy goes on
THE issue of knife crime in the capital was brought closer to home than ever for me when a schoolboy was stabbed at 3.50pm in Stratford, East London.
The attack took place in broad daylight, just after school ended, on West Ham’s doorstep.
The teen was stabbed to death outside a McDonald’s in Stratford, East London[/caption]
Just like that, another life was snuffed out and a family devastated.
We must finally make this a priority before yet more children die needlessly.
Nat’ll be nappier her way
HUGE congratulations to Natalie Imbruglia, who has welcomed her first baby – a little boy she has called Max Valentine – at the age of 44 after conceiving with the help of a sperm donor.
Good for her. She hasn’t just settled for any old man but wanted to become a mother so has done it herself. Much respect. A baby born to a mother who is single by choice could hardly be more wanted or more loved.
Both Natalie and her baby will be happier without the wrong husband or father being on the scene.
Meanwhile, Naomi Campbell has said she is “not yet” ready to become a mother at the age of 49. I respect her choice too.
But if she isn’t ready at 49, she never will be. I can’t imagine having a baby at 50, which Naomi would be even if she went ahead with it right now.
I haven’t started the menopause, so technically I could still get pregnant. But my gynaecologist told me to not even think about it. (I wasn’t, I hasten to add).
The word she used about my eggs was “manky”. Nice. But guess what? Not all women WANT to be mothers.
So why do women without kids get constantly asked why not . . . especially when the question is so rarely asked of men?
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