All the world hates Heather Mills. There is really precious little to like about this wackadoodle, and the sad part is, the one thing I suspect Heather craves more than anything is to be popular and adored. Well, she's going to have to settle for tons of cold hard cash instead, because Heather, your public does not love you, and we never will. Oh, I suppose there are some hard-core animal-loving fanatics over at PETA that like her okay, but personally, even as a huge animal lover myself, it's hard to believe that Heather really cares about anything but her own self-promotion.
Remember when she tried to make Paul McCartney out to be the bad guy, and nobody bought it? Like, at all? We all just felt sorry for him for getting mixed up with her in the first place, while Stella just sat back and laughed and laughed. And then she appeared on Dancing With the Stars, hoping against hope that this would be the thing that would finally make America love her. And as she hopped bravely around on that dance floor with her one leg, lumbering her way courageously through each number with a big smile on her face, our hearts failed to stir, and America said, collectively, "...Meh."
But today, I actually have a kind word to say about Heather Mills: I like her new haircut and lighter color. There, I said it. Don't hold it against me, Paul. I'm still on Team Macca.