Samantha (on the left) with her French husband Pascal Rubinatin
It is a fairly common practice among women that if someone is your friend you should compliment her beauty. After all, women are beautiful, and when we have a best friend, we should say she is very gorgeous, to her face, many, many times.
Particularly if she is having a bad day.
Samantha Brick might be having a bad day today.
If you don't know who she is, you're not alone. Samantha Brick was an otherwise little -known blogger (sorry, writer) a few days ago until she decided to start talking about how hard it is to be so beautiful. I had to do a double-take looking at the picture.
It wasn't until I read the full article that I realized that this woman is not only a fox, but a genius! Keep in mind, as you read this, that this woman is from England and the beginning of this article is perfectly normal to read in the Queen's English (although I believe the Queen may be prettier):
“Throughout my adult life," Brick begins her Daily Mail article, "I’ve regularly had bottles of bubbly or wine sent to my restaurant table by men I don’t know. Once, a well-dressed chap bought my train ticket when I was standing behind him in the queue, while there was another occasion when a charming gentleman paid my fare as I stepped out of a cab in Paris.
“Another time, as I was walking through London’s Portobello Road market, I was tapped on the shoulder and presented with a beautiful bunch of flowers. Even bar tenders frequently shoo my credit card away when I try to settle my bill.
“And whenever I’ve asked what I’ve done to deserve such treatment, the donors of these gifts have always said the same thing: my pleasing appearance and pretty smile made their day.”
Okay, Ladies... right when you think this woman is crazy, may I submit to you that she found her way into a twitter-bated 15 minutes of fame? For the last two days, in response to her delusional self-love, Samantha Brick has nearly JAMMED twitter with responses. Social media, like facebook, has had to stop all accounts that are being started with the name of Samantha Brick, just to protect this beauty from spam beyond the galaxy.
Okay, I have writer's block, and I admit if I didn't, I wouldn't be here laughing my butt off and making fun of this poor, pathetic, English beast. But it's too stinkin easy and the words are flowing so freely. If you think that's a riot, enter your twitter account and see all of the flap about her.
"Guess what? Went into Starbucks and said my name is Smantha Brick...and I still had to pay!"
Her husband, a devout hunter and frenchman, is the only charecter in this story funnier than she is. His name: Pascal Rubinatin. It makes me think that Pascal’s newest wager is the concept that since the existence of beauty cannot be proved or disproved through reason, and there is much to be gained from wagering that his wife’s beauty exists and little to be gained from wagering that his wife’s beauty doesn’t exist, a rational person should simply wager that his wife is beautiful and live accordingly.
While this woman is a best friend to someone, I can guarentee you that if it were me, I would encourage her about her "winning personality" or her rapier wit...and never how pretty she is. She'd know I was lying.