Obligatory: Don’t hate her because she’s beautiful
Everybody knows how tough it is to be ugly, but have you ever considered what a curse being beautiful can be? There’s at least one modern day Helen of Troy out there who can tell you all about it and she’s spilling the beans in one of the most talked about articles on the Internet right now. Her name is Samantha Brick and this is her tragic story.
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.
…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.
…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.
…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.
….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.
Perhaps then the sisterhood will finally stop judging me so harshly on what I look like, and instead accept me for who I am.
Predictably, after Samantha Brick courageously shared her experiences, the less attractive women who were obviously jealous of her looks came out of the woodwork to take shots at her. In fact, it got so ugly that it even merited a follow-up article at the MailOnline.
Yesterday, I wrote an article in the Mail, posing the question: Why do women hate me for being beautiful? The response it provoked has been extraordinary in its volume and vitriol, and beyond anything I could have imagined when I first started work at my keyboard.
…While I’ve been shocked and hurt by the global condemnation, I have just this to say: my detractors have simply proved my point. Their level of anger only underlines that no one in this world is more reviled than a pretty woman.
In my article, I recalled how men I’d never met before had sent bottles of bubbly to my restaurant table, presented me with impromptu bouquets and even bought train tickets for me – all on account of my pretty face.
And yet women had reacted to my good looks in a very different way. Their hostility had stood in my way at work and even friends had dropped me, fearing their husbands fancied me.
….If Brad Pitt were to say: ‘Yes, I’m a good-looking fella,’ then the world would nod sagely in agreement. But if Angelina Jolie uttered something along those lines, she’d be subject to the same foaming-at-the-mouth onslaught hurled at me yesterday.
…While I was tearfully dealing with the emails and calls outside the supermarket, a young man approached me, offered to park my car and even get me a coffee.
He could see I was having a tough time – and yes, my looks had helped me out again.
I know women reading this will think I deserve to be attacked again. But why should I be? Yes, I’m a good-looking woman – albeit one that has feelings, too.
Wow, the hatred that all you ugly women are hurling at your better just because she’s so incredibly beautiful that she makes you look like a troll wrapped in a potato sack is just stunning. Still, maybe Samantha Brick’s brave article will at least open a few minds….oh, and I haven’t posted a picture yet. What good is doing a whole post on one of the most beautiful women anyone has ever seen without a picture?
Remember, folks, don’t hate her because she’s so beautiful.