Good on Samantha Brick. Despite receiving thousands of hateful comments about her article yesterday, she’s sticking to her guns. Good. I’m late to the party and I’m only just reading about this Twitterstorm of a story now, but I cannot believe the hate this woman is getting.
This isn’t about Samantha Brick thinking she’s beautiful. If she wants to think that, so be it. I don’t care, in fact I’m happy for her. For the majority of us, the thought of telling other people that we think we’re gorgeous is unimaginable. Bizarrely, in a materialistic world that promotes physical attractiveness we are not allowed to loudly appreciate ourselves. Immodesty is gross. Beauty is an aggressive priority but to admit it invites insult.
The focus seems to be to knock her down. To convince this woman that she is unattractive and ugly. How dare she take to the papers and claim that she is beautiful! This lady needs to be taught a lesson. And so the public fought back and laughed, jeered, rolled their eyes, taunted and threatened. What were they looking for? A tearful follow-up blog from Samantha Brick, pictured in a snuggie rather than a bold purple dress, admitting that she was wrong? “The public have spoken,” She weeps, “I have seen the error of my ways. Rather than a 10, I am indeed a 3″.
Another woman crushed and berated, the modern day “stoning to death” via the internet for speaking her mind and making a statement. Because these moments prove her right, women do seem to hate other women. It doesn’t matter whether you’re outrageously beautiful or not, we’ve been taught to compete against each other. The Media pits women against each other, comparing and criticising us. We snipe and sneer with catty comments in order to feel good about ourselves. We feel threatened by each other, because pretty is popular. Pretty succeeds. It’s a strange school-like system where no-one wants to be picked last for the team, or be the last girl to be kissed or have sex.
Forget the dumbass male comments calling her a fugly bitch, why aren’t women sticking up for her? For the principle of it? Why aren’t we supporting this freedom and confidence to appreciate our appearance rather than moaning collectively about our flaws? I know the article sounds arrogant, but in a society where we stress over every personal imperfection I think a rare moment of arrogance should be greeted with a hearty “hear hear!”
I cringe at compliments when I should be smiling. What are we afraid of?