If only to dodge that special place in hell often said to be reserved for women who don’t help other women, it would be nice to come up with something positive about Charlotte Owen, the world’s luckiest millennial, who so impressed Boris Johnson that he made her, at 29, the youngest life peer in history.
Since investigation has yet to uncover credentials beyond her 2:1 in politics and international relations, a few internships, then stints as a political assistant in one of the most squalid administrations on record, speculation about Owen’s qualifications has naturally turned to other attributes that could have impressed her sponsors. Was the novice legislator ever a member of junior Mensa? Can she touch the tip of her nose with her tongue, or waggle her ears? Was she, it’s been asked, of a physical type discovered by Johnson administrations to be especially capable? As much as that could have made her invaluable as Carrie’s body double in any security incident, it did not prevent a different young woman with long blond hair, Cleo Watson, from being let go because she reminded Johnson of Dominic Cummings. He told her: “I can’t look at you any more.”
