As I checked Twitter before I went to bed last night, I was royally horrified to see a large proportion of people in my feed had dedicated their evening to having a crack at Bec Hewitt’s fake tan.
Did Bec Hewitt overdo the tanning? Lleyton’s wife courts attention at Australian Open | BB&BB News pic.twitter.com/plEIfOJ9BK
— Ronald Baker (@12kelloggs12) January 14, 2014
I felt the need to gather Bec up in a loving embrace (not in a creepy way, but more in a Madge from Neighbours matronly way) and shield her from the bitch face molls on Twitter.
Lleyton was playing his first round Australian Open tennis match against Italian Andreas Seppi, which he eventually lost. Not that anyone was really focused on that. It would appear a lot of people were busying themselves with the shade of tan Bec had selected.
COME ON YOU GUYS!
The woman has 45 children and is just there trying to support her husband.
God KNOWS it is hard to achieve a decent tan with kids running around!
Who has time to exfoliate AND moisture the dry areas? Not fucking me! I have all but given up the pursuit of bronzed skin because whenever I try to apply fake tan, my children will inevitably traipse their grubby little fingers all over me. I usually end up with a cheetah like effect when the tan develops 6-8 hours later.