Christina Aguilera used to be the saucy, stylish popstar. She was the mentally and stylistically intact Britney, if you will.
Now some bad stylist has a hold of her and she's checked in for some appallingly bedraggled hair extensions. Way to not do a blonde weave, kids.
So how does it work? You make a million jillion bucks, enough to launch your own perfume, but you have no more style than a trailer park lass out on the pull? What's the point of money if you can't buy a haircut?
Owww my under-utilised hair styling friends.