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The lenses that really will make Rooney see red

Evening Standard (London) , May 6, 2005 by MARK PRIGG

HE MAY already have a fiery temper, but Wayne Rooney could soon really start seeing red during Premiership matches.

Nike, which sponsors Rooney, along with other players including Thierry Henry, Robbie Keane and Ronaldo, is testing coloured contact lenses for top players.

The firm says red, yellow and amber lenses can help them see the ball better, particularly in bright sunlight.

Brian Roberts, of US basketball team Baltimore Orioles, who has tested the lenses, said: "They`re like wearing sunglasses without wearing sunglasses. I could see such a huge difference right away."

The lenses, which have been under development for seven years, could be used in Britain this year by Premiership players. Nike is working with contact-lens company Bausch Lomb to sell them through opticians.

The colour of the lenses has been designed to ensure the wearer does not actually see a red tint and bright sunlight is filtered out. It is hoped that by wearing them during-sunny matches, wearers could prolong their playing careers.

"It helps your eyes relax instead of squinting all the time," said Danny Graves of the Cincinnati Reds baseball team, who has also been testing the lenses. "And that helps relax the rest of your body."

Graves also discovered another benefit - they can intimidate opponents.

"They make you look kind of evil," he said. "Other players look at you like you`re possessed."

However, leading optometrists today warned that use of the lenses would need to be tightly controlled.

"Hygiene would be a worry here," said Judith Morris, a contact lens expert at City University.

"If you use these lenses for one match a week, then store them in a case, there could be problems.

And obviously they would absolutely have to be fitted professionally."

Tony Chipote, a marketing field manager for Nike, said: "We want our athletes to continue to see their game better and better for longer and longer. As soon as you start to lose your eyesight, the rest of your body will start to suffer."

Nike has also signed up tennis star Roger Federer and golfer Justin Leonard to test the lenses. It claims that while the red lenses are ideal for fast-moving sports such as football, grey lenses are the key to golfers being able to discern the lie of the land on a putting green.

Me, myself and eggplant eyes: when Meg gets a makeover, her hot crush gets interested. But what will he think of everyday, no-makeup Meg?

Girls` Life , Dec, 2005 by Betsy Boyd

Be yourself, right? But check this out: The instant I transform into someone new is the instant I become visible to my crush Jason Zeller. Explain that, be-yourselfers.

My eyes are closed, so I almost miss it. I`m perched on a stool in the middle of Draper`s department store in hideous lime-green track bloomers and Lycra tights, while my makeup-artist mother draws purple fines across my lids.

As part of her "audition" to work here, which pays way more than Foley`s where she works now, Mom has to demonstrate the "Brand New You" makeover. That`s where I come in. It`s impossible not to transform someone who never, ever wears makeup.

"Meg, You-Know-Who over in Watches!" my BFF Natalie whispers.

"I hope you don`t mean You-Know-Who You-Know-Who," I whisper back.

Natalie thumps my knee twice (our Jason Zeller code). Message received: Jason`s in the store, on this floor.

"Relax," Nat says.

"Is he gone?"

"He`s walking toward us ri--"

To prevent Jason from overhearing, Nat clams up, which I appreciate. And she`s not one to hold back. Since high school started a few months ago, she`s been more outgoing than ever.

High school`s confusing. I see new faces all day long. And, from what I can tell so far, people remember you best if you`re fun to talk to--if you, like, know exactly who you are and broadcast it. In middle school, everyone knew me as the girl who ran fast. Here it`s not enough to land in the school paper for a five-minute 10-mile.

When Morn says, "Blink break," I make blurry eye contact with Jason, who smiles at me, I think, before walking into the bustling galleria.

"He totally checked you out," Nat says. "That rocks."

I should be happy. Instead, I feel this shrinking, overthinking-it thing happen and pray we don`t run into him.

Jason is the hottest guy in 10th grade, while I`m probably the most anonymous girl in ninth. Even my guidance counselor forgets my name. I switch into shy mode when I meet new people. I think too much about what I`m going to say. I give up. I shut up. It`s got to stop.

The makeup pros are looking me over--two women with purple-red lips and a pudgy guy with a pen in his lapel. "I`ve enlarged the eyes by brushing the outer edges with eggplant shadow." Morn says, pointing me toward a mirror.

I try to look delighted and pleasantly surprised. Morn and I spent an hour at home rehearsing my satisfied reaction.

"Continue, please," the man says.

We`ve practiced this demo endlessly at home, but I can feel Mom`s hands spring to life now. Based on the number of strokes she`s brushed across my eyes, cheeks and lips, I`d say Mom`s not sticking to her plan. I`m going to be brandnew, for sure. That and late for track.

When I clear my throat, Nat steps in and says, "Ya know, Mrs. Sparrow, we have practice at 4 p.m. sharp. If we`re late, Coach will make us take laps."

"All done," Mom says, drawing her wrist through the air like a painter.

The pros applaud.

"Meg, don`t you want to see?" she asks as I slide off the stool.

"We`ve gotta run," Nat tells her, and she and I are off, sprinting through the mall, our shoes squeaking.

As we scurry past Forever 21, I catch my face in a mirrored wall and come to a screeching halt.

"Who will be America`s Next Top Model?" Natalie jokes.

"I can`t go to track like this, Nat."

I look like Jessica Simpson when she gets eye-liner happy. I want to hide in my gym bag. OK, the purple shadow, peach tip gloss, bronze foundation and 50 coats of mascara are a tittle glam, but I don`t look right. My billions of freckles have been erased, for one. And my smallish brown eyes look like they take up haft my face.

"Meg, chill," Nat says, gripping my shoulders. "You look great. Just trust your best friend on this one."

Suddenly, I trust not only Natalie on this one--I trust myself. I waste two whole minutes admiring my face, when Nat says, "Earth to Super Star Barbie!"

I only hear his voice. "Hey, aren`t you in bio with me?" How lame--I`m still ogling myself like that drippy Narcissus who fell into the pool and drowned.

"I`m Jason Zeller," the voice says.

Yep, here`s Jason, right over my shoulder. Natalie smacks her gum, and taps her watch. I expect to feel shy but, instead, I turn and smile. "I`m Megan," I say confidently, like a CNN anchor.

Natalie`s eyes bulge in surprise.

"Megan who?" he asks.

"Meg Sparrow!" Natalie shouts. "She`s a track star and a very late one."

"I`m playing a marathoner in my brother`s student film," he says. "But check this out--I can`t even run a mile."

"That`s funny," I say, a tittle loudly.

"Where do you sit in bio again?"

"I sit behind you, silly."

The new me gets to the point fast, I notice, but she also calls people "silly."

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