I HOPE I never meet Samantha Brick because I think I’d find it hard to resist the temptation to slap her and bring her to her senses. Her regular columns in a national newspaper are insulting, condescending and in my view downright dangerous.
Previously she’s outrageously claimed women hate her because she’s “beautiful” (clearly she doesn’t have mirrors in her house.) Today she’s telling anyone daft enough to take notice that “any self-respecting woman wants to be thin and to be thin you need to spend your life on a diet.”
That’s about as close as you can get to passing a death sentence on half the human race.
Diets are responsible for so many physical and psychological problems – and in the long term they don’t even work. There’s enough scientific proof of that to fill a furniture van.
As I say on the home page of our website, constant dieting often has horrendous effects manifesting in low confidence, obsession with calories, deprivation, bingeing and generally feeling out of control.
Miss Brick is clearly ignorant as well as smug. What I hate most about her ill-informed rant is her last sentence, which says: “As I see it, there is nothing in life that signifies failure better than fat.”
How dare she link body shape to failure? I meet so many ladies in Harley Street who find it impossible to control their weight and without exception they are the kindest, loveliest, most caring people you could meet. Their success is on the inside, where it matters.
If anyone’s a failure in life it’s this pathetic holier-than-thou columnist who thinks she’s the world’s most beautiful woman but is actually probably the world’s stupidest.
She says that at college she invented the Polo diet, eating a pack of mints for breakfast and another one for lunch. She was a size 8 then – but by her own admission was destroying her teeth.
You’d think that by the time she reached 30 she would have matured, but oh no! She claims that when she lived in Los Angeles she deliberately rented a house without a kitchen so she couldn’t be tempted by food.
Now she’s gone to the ultimate extreme – she appears to have rented a head with no brain inside so she can’t be tempted by common sense.
It would do the world a big favour if we never heard from Miss Brick again. Or at least until her IQ has grown bigger than her waist size.