Haute Off The Press: Was Samantha Brick Right About Women?
Each week our no-holds-barred beauty blogger Grace Gold picks apart a hot topic beauty story. It’s our version of an op-ed…with lipstick, laser treatments and liner involved.
If you haven't heard about Samantha Brick yet, look her up.
In the 41 year-old writer's recent Daily UK story, she explains her blight as an attractive, "tall, slim blonde." While her "pretty smile" has garnered her a lifetime's worth of gifts, champagne and favors, she also claims to perpetually fall victim to the claws of her fellow fairer sex.
"If you're a woman reading this," she continues, "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."
The Brit goes on to list her supporting evidence: dinner friends who snap when she chats with their significant others, "jealous" female bosses who have refused to promote or recommend her, snarky comments from other women, and "most poignantly of all, not one girlfriend has ever asked me to be her bridesmaid."
A virtual social media storm followed the piece's publishing, with commentary thundering in like a hail storm from the Twitter, Facebook and blogospheres—the majority of which vilified and parodied Brick. The Daily UK website—hardly strangers to a good public feeding frenzy—ended up suspending the comments section under the story, in part due to the escalating tone and threatening nature of postings.
The vitriol was intense, from the men who doled out meager marks from that familiar numerical ranking system for attractiveness, to the women who slandered her with every name in the book. It all begs the question: Did the barrage of negative feedback prove the writer's point?
I, for one, must admit that I found Brick's piece refreshing. We all know that women are often their own worst critiques, imaging pounds and flaws on otherwise healthy bodies that hold the miraculous ability to create life. We all constantly reassure our girlfriends, sisters, mothers and aunts that the perceived problems they're brooding over exist only in their minds.
So when you finally have a woman, who by her own admission, is "no Elle Macpherson," but "...so I'm often told, a good-looking woman," the air of fantastic confidence can take you off guard. And as the backlash has shown, it's not really an attractive woman who is hated—it's a woman who has the galls to believe she is beautiful, and publicly admit it.
After all, we like to take our beautiful heroines—from the Grace Kelly's to the Kate Middleton's—with a generous serving of humble pie.
Are we really so offended because this attractive woman dares to like herself? What do you think?