Womens love

What happened to the Warnie of yesteryear, columnists squawked. Where's the baked-bean-loving bogan of our dreams?Assumptions automatically ran that his new squeeze, Liz Hurley, must have got her Estée Lauder-sponsored paws all over her man. (In response, Hurley, who has a long-held talent for self-parody, tweeted, "SW's only crime is nicking my Estée Lauder Resilience Lift moisturiser. Let's not forget, 92% of folk who use it report a more lifted look!")

Women love giving their men a style upgrade, but a female eye for the straight guy isn't always a good idea.The uncharitable among us might be moved to suggest Shane Warne has gone beyond Advanced Hair Studio's "yeah, yeah" to something fast approaching advanced "yeah, no": he's thinned down, bronzed up, and seems to favour your great aunt's 1000 Hour eyelash tint. Sometimes he even seems to have put on frosted pink lip-gloss, though it could just be a trick of the light.

Whether or not Hurley is, in fact, covering Warne in antioxidants nightly, we may never know. Certainly the spin king's bizarre golfer-meets-Thunderbird outfits of late, coupled with the pair recently being separated by an ocean due to work, suggest he's well in control of his own fashion destiny. What Warne's metamorphosis does, however, is remind all us female plebs about our own misadventures in Extreme Makeover: Significant Other Edition.

Go on, girls, look deep inside yourself: you don't need past-life regression therapy to recall the time you stood to attention outside the shop change rooms, eyebrow raised at an aggressive angle, barking instructions to the hapless sod making his way through a pile of "better options" you "helped" him find.Women have been raised to think we know about fashion and beauty; a cursory browse of any glossy women's magazine suggests that if we don't know about it, we're failures. Our cultural touchstones are makeover montages, even if the end products (see Molly Ringwald turning Ally Sheedy from scuzzbucket goth to Sweet Valley High cover model in The Breakfast Club) are usually ridiculous. As a result, we are equipped with an embarrassment of personal grooming riches that we can't help but spill onto our partners.