The advent of voice has compelled me to change my hair colour from peach blonde to stark white. At least on the occasions when I wear any hair at all.
Let’s face it, when you’re over 40 something happens to your voice that draws a clear line between Youth and, shall we say, Maturity? I just didn’t want to present a glaring anomaly.
It’s going to be interesting when some of the eye-popping buxom females in high drag start to talk, will they be simpering in a gruff basso profundo? It wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest, it’s glaringly obvious that avatars looking like a cross between Madonna and Carmen Miranda in bondage leathers and diamonds have never been women before.
No woman would have such appalling taste.
Perhaps this is why Voice hasn’t been universally embraced.
Feel like making a Sky News report?