Samantha Brick is so pretty everybody hates her.
In fact she thinks she is so pretty she needed to write a whole article about it in the Daily Mail.
In a world where women and increasingly men are suffering from body dysmorphia and self loathing for their muffin tops buying ship loads of support panties, I suppose it should come as a relief to find a woman who is not at all affected by it.
For some reason it doesn’t.
Today she posed with her hubby holding a giant shotgun in a bizarre tacit threat.
I have no judgement to place on her attractiveness, confidence is always attractive, but her total egotism is decidedly not.
She spent yesterday in tears at the backlash of commentary her article provoked. I find this somewhat amusing.
Instead of coming out strongly, she paints a picture of herself as a weak and ineffectual Victorian victim, singlehandedly destroying all the work of suffragettes throughout history.
Not that I am currently pro-suffragette.
Some days I loathe the silly bint who threw herself in front of a horse so I could run a household, raise a family and work at the same time.
Samantha is the type of woman who makes other women cringe as she blinks back crocodile tears to get her own way. I wonder if she can change the tyre on her car?
She could have written the article a little more objectively on how attractive women are targeted in the workplace instead she painted an extremely unflattering picture of herself and any passably attractive woman in the process.
I loathe celebrity interviews about how bullied they were at school for being pretty.
“I’m so pretty. Nobody likes me. People didn’t like me high school.”
Have a glass of purple sticky punch and take your poor me attitude out to lunch.