How Bridget Jones was born on the pages of The Independent – and why she’s still a cultural icon today
Want to bookmark your favourite articles and stories to read or reference later? Start your Independent Membership today. Join today Already a member? Log in If you were ever in any doubt of the far-reaching cultural impact of Helen Fielding’s fictional diarist, Bridget Jones, I invite you to look no further than my own diary entries circa the early to late Noughties. The style – “Ran into Sam today: Doooom, hair was all mad peaks and horns! V. v. bad” – was ripped, wholesale, from my favourite unlikely romantic heroine (though my self-conscious attempts at emulating Fielding’s witty, feather-light prose fell woefully short of the original). As a whimsical, unworldly young woman, I found my northern star in Fielding’s hilariously messy creation. She was a thrilling portal into what my future grown-up life might look like once I’d successfully moved to London, got a job in media, started devouring self-help books and drinking wine from a bottle instead of a box and, most importantly, got my heart well and truly broken by some proper, real-life …






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