Well, let me be the first one to stand up and defend Ms Brick. You don't know what it's like for people like Samantha and me. That's right, I too have suffered in silence. She says that being beautiful has cost her friends and stopped her getting promotions. I don't have any friends and my career is on its arse, so it can only mean one thing, I am also too beautiful.
She said she was on a flight and some well dressed man sent over a bottle of champagne. Well, I was on a flight once and the stewardess brought over an entire meal.
A nice surprise, right? Nope. It's a curse. I am so attractive that sometimes I have asked women out and they have just laughed in my face. Wow, jealous much?
Sometimes it is my own gender that is the worst culprit of this attractiveness hate-crime. In the past blokes at work have arranged a social night out and didn't invite me. OK, I know they'd be worried that when I'd turn up with my face all of the women in that bowling alley would ignore them and want some Stevie, but I'm not a monster, I'd leave some for them. They could pick up some spare. (Beautiful and I can do bowling jokes.)
They say beauty is only skin deep. It's a good job Sam and I have such thick skin then, because we need it with all we have to put up with.
I have tried my best to meet the world half way. I don't go to the gym and I often go out in a T-shirt that needed washing a few wears ago. I need glasses, carrying some spare fat and have developed some classic male pattern baldness and yet even with these measures still women nervously tell me to get lost.
I know this article may cause a backlash like Samantha got in the Daily Mail, but remember, don't hate me because I'm beautiful. Hate me because I'm deluded and I attribute the failings caused by my personality issues on the fact that I think I'm more attractive than everyone else. Yep, I am just like Samantha Brick.
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