Yesterday and today, I did something that made myself physically ill. Something that robbed me of braincells, and had me feeling that my last semblance of faith in the planet was being ripped away from me: I read two articles from The Daily Mail.
The articles I read were by the now-household name (lets be honest, had any of us ever heard of her before?), Samantha Brick. None of us would have been surprised to read a warped sense of arrogance, a ridiculous statement being shouted from rooftops as fact and writing so terrible that you have no idea how this human forged a career in journalism; we were reading The Daily Mail, and anybody unfortunate enough to have been employed by this publication has already hit their lowest ebb in knowing they’ve scraped the bottom of the journalistic barrell for work. None of us were shocked to see something ludicrous being forced down our throats, causing a bile that rose until we choked on the irony of her own sentiment. But what did shock us all was that she seemed to genuinely believe what she was saying.
Had the article been written two days earlier, we would have all put it down to a terrible April Fools’ joke and nothing more would have been said. But the passion that went into her arguments – that all women hate her because she is so incredibly beautiful, that she can’t get ahead in work because every woman must be intimidated by her – dripped with irony and a sense of delusion that had us all genuinely pitying this mindless creature, who clearly has no idea how the real world works.
Let’s get something straight, Samantha: I’m no oil painting. But I would personally pay for you to spend a weekend in a romantic hotel and a double bed with my husband, and be completely confident that nothing would ever happen. I can guarantee that I am one of millions who believe the same. My husband had never read your story, had never even heard of you before, until I turned my laptop around and said “what do you think of her?”. I didn’t say it aggressively; he knows it wasn’t a trap. He gave me his honest opinion. He scrunched his face up, said “not much, why?” and I told him what you’d written. And then he laughed. And laughed. And laughed a little more.
Don’t kid yourself into believing that the “backlash proves the point”. The “backlash” is a result of somebody who has a painfully misguided arrogance and an over-inflated ego taking it upon themselves to tell the country that she thinks she is better than them. Don’t you see the irony in your article? “My life is so hard because I’m so beautiful. Why can’t I be ugly like the rest of you?”, is all that your article screamed. Have you ever had somebody stand over you and tell you “It’s difficult being this great. I wish I could climb down to your level and have a shitty life so that I could have nothing to complain about”? I bet you wouldn’t like it. The public are reacting to you patronising them. Nobody likes to be belittled. Do you even see what you were doing to crush the spirits of the women out there? So many women who regularly read The Daily Fail are frumpy, middle-aged and surrounded by screaming children and are trapped in a loveless marriage. Their only means of escape is their daily session of trashy “journalism” (I use that word loosely). The last thing they need is somebody with a shiny face, bleached hair, an expensive dress and a loving husband waiting at her home in France telling them how difficult her life is. Especially when you’re blaming your difficulties on how “beautiful” you are.
Your lack of promotion was probably nothing to do with your face, and more to do with your shoddy writing skills. Women probably don’t like you because you bully and patronise them, making it clear you look down on them and place yourself on your own over-sized pedestal. You contradict yourself; whimpering that you are no flirt then bragging that you have flirted your way ahead in business. You’re clearly a very insecure person who feels the need to put others down in order to inflate your own ego. You’re blinded by your own idiocy and seem to be believing your own hype. And for that, Samantha Brick, the nation pities you.
Do yourself a favour and get some serious psychological help for your issues. Stop picking on the rest of us. Nobody wants to read it. But, hey. At least it got you some attention for a couple of days, right?
Stop belittling women and practice what you preach.