Ridiculous. No doubt I’ll be doing it in about six months time. I’m a slave to the Olsens like that. Where they lead, I stalk. Where they live, I hide in a bush outside. Where they take their hair colour, I grit my teeth, buy 140 packets of highlighter markers, squeeze out the fluid and mash into my already over-processed wannabe hair. That, my friends, is fashion. And I am ready for my ridiculousness.