Opinion : Dear Samantha Brick, Pretty Schmitty!
Petra posted in News On Toast this morning about pretty lady, Samantha Brick. Samantha (a pretty blonde whose head I have accidentally yet ironically chopped off in the above photo) has written quite a long piece about what it’s like to be pretty. She says that men want to buy her things and women want to blank her. She talks about being given free drinks, free cab fares and free tickets by the fellas. And she talks about being judged, dismissed, ignored and yelled at by women.
Gawsh. I think that’s sad.
Samantha feels that she’s faced all kinds of discrimination due to her good looks, being knocked back for promotions, having doors slammed in her face, being yelled at at dinner parties and never being asked to be bridesmaid, for starters.
Gosh. I think that’s really sad too. I mean, I think it’s pretty easy to have a giggle at Samantha. I think it’s pretty easy to look at the photos of her and decide whether she’s pretty or not. I think its pretty easy to want to blank her, to be honest. But here’s the thing. Does it really matter?
I mean, it’s very GOOD to feel great about the way you look. It’s super great to look after yourself. It’s fantastic to have nice hair and piece together cute outfits. I think ALL THOSE THINGS are good.
But do you really need to define yourself by your pretty? Do you need to let that make you who you are? Do you really WANT to be seen as the pretty one? The one to be jealous of? The one to ignore? Isn’t being pretty only one tiny piece in the puzzle of a person? Can you really be merely ‘The Pretty One’? Aren’t we all MUCH more than that?
Maybe Samantha has all kinds of other things that she could focus on. Obviously she’s a good writer. She’s got a nice moustache-y hubby and a seemingly nice life too. She likes going to the gym and not eating chocolate. Good work, Sam. Except the chocolate bit.
Perhaps it’s best for her not to WORRY too much about the pretty, if it’s eating her up like this? I mean, I don’t want to tell her how to live her life, but… I just did.
I have no doubt that some dorks don’t like pretty people (and let’s not worry about whether Sam is pretty or not to you, that’s beside the point), but do you really want to hang out with those kinds of people anyway?
This from Sam’s piece :
Therapist Marisa Peer, author of self-help guide Ultimate Confidence, says that women have always measured themselves against each other by their looks rather than achievements — and it can make the lives of the good-looking very difficult.
I don’t agree, Therapist Marisa Peer. I judge other women. I really do. Sorry. But rarely on their looks. I judge them by the things they say, the things they do, how they treat other people, how they write, the things they joke about, how they talk to children, how they chop onions, which cocktail they like… those kinds of things. The things that matter. Maybe you are a bit like that too? We’re not all pretty haters. And a lot of us look beyond the pretty to see the real person, we truly do.
Samantha, to you, I say this (as if you care!)
Pretty is lovely. We need pretty. We do. But you are more than pretty. I bet you are heaps more. Don’t give pretty the time of day if it’s weighing on you so much. Laugh in the face of the pretty-haters. Say ‘Hah! Hah! Hah!’ to them as you smile (prettily) and walk away. Go something non-pretty but super awesome.
Aren’t we all MUCH MORE than pretty? Do we REALLY judge everyone by their looks?