If you think you have a tough time getting along in this world, imagine how rough it must be for the beautiful people—that’s the gist of an article written by a self-proclaimed attractive British woman named Samantha Brick who is getting slammed for her recent essay on pretty people problems.
On Monday, Samantha wrote about the perils being of pretty, but not before she listed all the perks: bottles of bubbly or wine sent to her restaurant table by men she doesn’t know, bartenders not making her pay for drinks, free train tickets and cab fares, and the list goes on. But as nice as all that sounds, Samantha says there’s an ugly downside to being so blessed in the looks department: jealous wives have cut her out of their lives, women have stopped being her friend, insecure bosses have barred her from promotions, and (gasp!) no one has ever asked her to be a bridesmaid. She also finds that “older women are the most hostile to beautiful women — perhaps because they feel their own bloom fading,” and with that observation, she says she “can’t wait for the wrinkles and the grey hair that will help me blend into the background.” Unfortunately, Samantha doesn’t realize she’s already blending in quite well with another group of women—crazies. Even Barbara Walters had to put her out on “The View” and let her know, sorry, Sammy, you’re just not all that attractive. But as much as I know this woman is hardly the cream of the British crop (and she does too), unfortunately I’ve seen her kind up close and personal.
This is actually an issue I’ve been struggling with since I started hanging out with an old friend of mine more often. We have about the same lighter brown skin tone and longer hair and for some reason she’s trying to get me to buy into this sort of alternate universe where all people with a lighter complexion are automatically attractive and therefore superior to everyone else and I just can’t take it. When we go out she’ll point out girls who “aren’t that attractive to be light-skinned” and then I have to remind her those qualities don’t go hand in hand. Or she’ll tell me people probably aren’t speaking to us because of our looks and I’ll tell her no, they’re not speaking to you because you’re stank. Then I’m reminded that this is the same girl who told me like 10 years ago that there are people in the world who simply don’t like me because of my skin tone and hair texture; interestingly I haven’t had a single experience to back that theory up. What I have seen though is that whenever one of the bartenders who looks like she could be our more attractive sister comes to ask if we want a drink her attitude turns sour and she turns up her nose to ask me why she’s always in our face about a drink. Now who’s intimidated? Like Samantha, her “woe is pretty old me” problem is all about perception.