It brings out the cunt in her eyes! It looks like one of those haircuNts (c-word slip) suburban soccer moms get after a shitty divorce in order to prove to everyone that they are still sexy, fun and ready to live life! Or something like that. Heather’s probably hoping Paul McCartney is kicking himself for letting go of such a hot piece. I think the only way Paul could ever get turned on again by Heather is if she chopped off her head instead of her hair. But seriously, it kind of works for her in an “insane asylum escapee” kind of way.
Here’s Heather with her new straitjacket-worthy haircut making vegan meals for schoolchildren in the Bronx. Where’s the beef?!