It's Not Easy Being Me: My Affinity With Samantha Brick

On April 3, Daily Mail columnist Samantha Brick wrote an article titled: ''There are downsides to looking this pretty': Why women hate me for being beautiful' this article begotten so much ridicule and anger that the general response to the name Samantha Brick went from '...Who?' to 'Who? Oh her, yeah, stupid bitch'.

Here it is if you want to read it (I suggest you do): http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2124246/Samantha-Brick-downsides-looking-pretty-Why-women-hate-beautiful.html?ito=feeds-newsxml ,

Read it? Cool. Ready to hear me rip to into her on an unprecedented scale? Well you're expectations might be about to take a blow.

You see, I actually empathise with Mrs Brick, as I too am far too attractive for my own good.

Many a time have I been short 5 pence when I'm in the shop and the busty brunette behind the counter lets me get away with it.

On several occasions the bus driver charged me for a child, when I'm clearly not one.

And the guys in Subway will always give me extra fillings (Not an euphemism).

And I know why this happens, it's not because in the sea of malice there are still pockets of kindness and good will. Not at all. It's because they all want to get in my pants.

And who can judge them? Not me, I know I'm too beautiful for them to help it. And neither can you, after all why are you reading this? I have no notable intelligence and I certainly can't write worth a darn. You're here because you want to understand me better. Understand my political views, my social views and my spiritual beliefs. And by learning this you can try to articulately lore me into bed.

And I'm not shallow, or self centred or solipsistic. I wouldn't even consider my self to be overly attractive if it wasn't for it being that I so obviously am.

I don't pat myself on my back for being this stunning. I'm aware it's luck. I didn't order my slim physique or untameable brown locks. Beauty is a lottery, and I hit the jackpot.

But being good looking, like Samantha Brick so touchingly expressed, is not without it's plights. When you're beautiful, the rest of the world has trouble with being inferrer to you, and they take it out on you.

My male friends never want to go out with me because they know that my charm, charisma and knock-out good looks will have a magnetic affect all females in the bar and their mediocre faces wont even pull the fat chicks.

I know what you're thinking? 'Oh Peter, if you're so aware of your demi-god like features; how do you explain you being single?' Well, it's really quite simple. No women thinks she's good enough for me. And despite this only being a half-truth, there's no way I can stop them from thinking this. Thus, I remain single. This is why I envy normal looking people, like you.

I hope this blog-post taken with Samantha Brick's heartfelt declamation helps you better in understanding what it's really like to be one of the beautiful people. If it helps think of us like the X-Men - The same as you... just genetically superior.