Sorry, but..........

Samantha “Don’t hate me cos’ I’m beautiful” Brick really gave me the irks last week. And I sort of laid off the topic because I didn’t want to stir up any other beautiful women that might stumble across this blog. But, I think I need to put in my own two cents. 


 Like a lot of things, however much we deny it, it comes back to high school. I was in the pretty group in high school – there, I said it. We went to parties on weekends, were late to school most days and despite our blatant rebellion against school rules we had the teachers wrapped around our little finger. One thing we weren’t though were bitches . Nor were we stuck up, snobby or vein. And guess what? We weren’t hated either. We chaired school councils, organised fundraising events, and post year twelve, have been asked back to give talks to younger students. 


 Post-Samantha Brick it seemed a lot of other hated beautiful women sparked up and shouted their support – they were hated because they were beautiful too.


 Really? Another girl hated you because you are BEAUTIFUL? I am sorry, but I have a new girl crush every day. Scrap that, every hour. Women love beautiful women. My dad always told me in high school that women check out women more than men do and I always thought he was bonkers, until one day, I too started checking out other women. I don’t hate them – I want to stop them in the street and tell them they are beautiful, or ask what their beauty regime is. I want to tell them they have great style or ask where they get their hair done. Never have I seen a beautiful woman on the street and thought to myself “Gosh, I hate her”. I think that outlines substantially how much I love aesthetically beautiful women. This love for the aesthetics can change in a heartbeat however, if I learn that their beauty is not reflected in their personalities. 


And now to the more sinister side of the story, and one, I think we have all been dying to say. 


 Samantha, darling, women don’t hate you because you are beautiful on the outside, they hate you because you are ugly on the inside. 


 It seems ridiculous to me that an established journalist would make such unrealistic claims, especially in an industry that whether acknowledged or not, is very much based on ones beauty than brains. I think 


Samantha, and every other woman, should remember what our mothers said to us when we were little:


 We are all beautiful. 


 And if that one doesn’t fit: 


 Beauty is what is on the inside.