If Samantha Brick could excuse her beauty, she would literally excuse her beauty, because it has brought her nothing but pain, suffering and jealous glares from hating bitches who wish they were born with a face as gorgeous as hers. In a heartbreaking piece for the literary journal of truth, The Daily Mail, Samantha bravely writes about society’s prejudice against stunningly, exquisite flowers like herself. When strange men aren’t lavishing gifts upon Samantha, their envious wives are throwing shade at her. As I organize a telethon to benefit the plight of the pretty, please open your not-as-beautiful hearts to Samantha’s “don’t hate me because I’m beautiful” tale:
On how you’ve got Visa, MasterCard or American Express, but Samantha’s got something called natural beauty. (SAMANTHA’S FACE: Don’t leave home without it!): “Throughout my adult life, I’ve regularly had bottles of bubbly or wine sent to my restaurant table by men I don’t know. Once, a well-dressed chap bought my train ticket when I was standing behind him in the queue, while there was another occasion when a charming gentleman paid my fare as I stepped out of a cab in Paris.
Another time, as I was walking through London’s Portobello Road market, I was tapped on the shoulder and presented with a beautiful bunch of flowers. Even bar tenders frequently shoo my credit card away when I try to settle my bill.
And whenever I’ve asked what I’ve done to deserve such treatment, the donors of these gifts have always said the same thing: my pleasing appearance and pretty smile made their day.”
On how all women reading this now have green eyes:
“While I’m no Elle Macpherson, I’m tall, slim, blonde and, so I’m often told, a good-looking woman. I know how lucky I am. But there are downsides to being pretty — the main one being that other women hate me for no other reason than my lovely looks.
If you’re a woman reading this, I’d hazard that you’ve already formed your own opinion about me — and it won’t be very flattering. For while many doors have been opened (literally) as a result of my looks, just as many have been metaphorically slammed in my face — and usually by my own sex.
I’m not smug and I’m no flirt, yet over the years I’ve been dropped by countless friends who felt threatened if I was merely in the presence of their other halves. If their partners dared to actually talk to me, a sudden chill would descend on the room.”
On how her friends want her to get Face/Off surgery with a paper bag:
“And it is not just jealous wives who have frozen me out of their lives. Insecure female bosses have also barred me from promotions at work.
And most poignantly of all, not one girlfriend has ever asked me to be her bridesmaid.
You’d think we women would applaud each other for taking pride in our appearances.
I work at mine — I don’t drink or smoke, I work out, even when I don’t feel like it, and very rarely succumb to chocolate. Unfortunately women find nothing more annoying than someone else being the most attractive girl in a room.
Take last week, out walking the dogs a neighbour passed by in her car. I waved — she blatantly blanked me. Yet this is someone whose sons have stayed at my house, and who has been welcomed into my home on countless occasions.
I approached a mutual friend and discreetly enquired if I’d made a faux pas. It seems the only crime I’ve committed is not leaving the house with a bag over my head.She doesn’t like me, I discovered, because she views me as a threat. The friend pointed out she is shorter, heavier and older than me.”
On how she has been discriminated against in the workplace for being SO RAVISHING:
“Women, however, are far more problematic. With one phenomenally tricky boss, I eventually managed to carve out a positive working relationship. But a year in, her attitude towards me changed; the deterioration began when she started to put on weight. We were both employed by a big broadcasting company. One of our male UK chiefs recommended I take the company’s global leadership course, which meant doors would have opened for me around the world. All I needed were two personal recommendations to be eligible. As everyone in the office agreed I was good at my job, I didn’t think this would be a problem.
But while the male executive signed the paperwork without hesitation, my immediate boss refused to sign. When I asked her right-hand woman why, she pulled me to one side and explained that my boss was jealous of me.”
On how old bitches are the meanest to her and how her husband (the hot piece below) loves it when men throw themselves at her demure feet:
“I find that older women are the most hostile to beautiful women — perhaps because they feel their own bloom fading. Because my husband is ten years older than me, his social circle is that bit older too.
As a Frenchman, he takes great pride in hearing other men declare that I’m a beautiful woman and always tells me to laugh off bitchy comments from other women.”
On how she tries not to steal the attention from average-looking hos, but she can’t help it:
“Take last summer and a birthday party I attended with my husband. At one point the host, who was celebrating his 50th, decided he wanted a photo with all the women guests. Positioning us, the photographer suggested I stand immediately to his right for the shot.
Another woman I barely knew pushed me out of the way, shouting it wasn’t fair on all the other women if I was dominating the snap. I was devastated and burst into tears. On my own in the loos one woman privately consoled me — well out of ear-shot of her girlfriends.”
On how she can’t wait to turn into an old hag:
“So now I’m 41 and probably one of very few women entering her fifth decade welcoming the decline of my looks. I can’t wait for the wrinkles and the grey hair that will help me blend into the background.”
Some people fight the hot, but the hot is fighting Samantha. Devastating, I know. If you’re assuming that Samantha has fallen so deep into the black hole of delusion that she lives in a White Oprah-like Twilight Zone world where she believes that women hate her for her life-ruining beauty when they really hate her because she’s annoyingly crazy, then I need to tell you that’s the jealousy talking. I would tell you to go take a good, hard look at yourself in the mirror, but then you’d see that you’re not as magically stunning as Samantha Brick. Then you’ll feel sad inside and Samantha doesn’t want that. Samantha doesn’t want you feel as lonely as her. Samantha just wants you to look past her spellbinding beauty and love her for her.
“Bitch, now you know I how feel!” – Helen of Troy to Samantha of UK, a woman with a face that can launch a thousand LOLs.