Samantha Brick: How wrong can you be?
Wow, the Daily Mail really know what they’re doing when it comes to making us women seem mental, don’t they?
First Liz Jones and her sperm-looting claims that all women want babies whether they say so or not, and now a new contender in Samantha Brick, who claims that almost all women hate her because she’s too good-looking.
We all know where we should start with a counter-argument to that, but we’re not going to go there, because we really don’t think it’s necessary. And passing comment on her looks at all would probably only add fuel to her argument. We couldn’t actually give a brick what she looks like, but her attitude does the rest of us several disservices.
Firstly, the idea that we can’t overcome our urge to compete with anyone more attractive than ourselves. We’ve all had to get used to the fact that there are those less back-of-buslike than ourselves in a society which tells us over and over again that our looks are very important. So while it’s ingrained in us that this is how we might be judged, it’s something we’re used to dealing with.
Certainly strangers might give and receive judgments based on appearances alone, but if people who know you dislike you then it’s probably based something else, and to imagine it’s all about looks is to miss an opportunity for a bit of self-reflection of a different kind.
By the time a woman meets Samantha Brick she’s probably already had several years of comparing herself to various models, celebrities and prettier friends and colleagues to the point where she can’t be arsed to make a special case.
She will also have learned, by the time she has grown up, that looks count for very little when it comes to making friends.ÃÂ Beautiful people are nice to look at. If they’re nice people, they shouldn’t have any problem getting on with other perfectly reasonable people.
Surely if we were all jealous of people more attractive than ourselves then there would be some sort of hierarchy whereby every woman would be able to claim mistreatment from all other women less attractive than herself, and there’d be a chorus of ‘me too’ on Twitter instead of ‘wtf?’.
Women would only be able to truly befriend those of exactly the same point on the magical scale of attractiveness – which does not exist, because we all know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. For evidence, see Samantha’s assessment of her appearance versus a few other people’s assessment of it on Twitter and Facebook today.
There’s also a conveniently big gap in the story where Samantha tells us how she feels about people more attractive than her. Could it be that some of them are appearing in her piece as the horrible women who don’t like her, because she’s jealous? It’s more complicated than it looks, this hierarchy.
Samantha has shot herself in the foot by writing first about how she flirts to get ahead, and then about women hating her because she’s beautiful.
Samantha, people don’t hate beautiful people for being beautiful, but a lot of people don’t like people who use their sexuality to get ahead. It’s this which devalues our entire gender and panders to the idea that our looks are the be-all and end-all, something we’re still fighting to overcome, and none of us need people like you reducing that struggle to tits and lipstick.
If you’re not capable of achieving anything without resorting to flirting then maybe you should think about skilling up a bit, or trying to achieve something you’re more suited to, like… well, no idea, because you’ve not really talked about anything other than your appearance. Even you are only judging yourself on how you look.
To any normal woman trying to go about her business being a decent human being (which is a greater achievement, by the way, than going to the gym a lot, avoiding chocolate and dressing to the nines) to see someone flirt their way through life instead is infuriating. Not because we’re jealous, but because it sets the rest of us back years, tries to force us all into the same ridiculous arena, and enforces the idea that men hold all the cards so we need to appease the penis in order to get anywhere. It’s insulting to all women, not to mention men. Are those the kind of values you want your daughter to grow up with? Presuming you either have one or desperately want one, obviously.
That thing that you interpret as jealousy is more than likely the kind of mistrust that you’ve cultivated by flirting with people’s partners and undermining their more valuable qualities, as well as neglecting your own.