Samantha Brick, the Daily Mail columnist whose amazing beauty caused the envy of all women and the admiration of all men she crossed paths with, is back! This week, Samantha wrote an article that promotes the Trophy Wife status, where she says that she is OK with her husband being married to her for her looks and weighing her – here are some interesting parts, but you can read the entire piece HERE:
My husband sets me a £250 allowance each month for my wardrobe, I ask his permission before booking a hair appointment and discuss with him what I will have done. He even has an opinion — which I adhere to — on how I dress and what I weigh. He prefers I wear classic ladylike attire and, at 5ft 11in, he insists I tip the scale at no more than 10½ stone. In fact, he's there when I weigh myself.
At this point, many of you will be thinking I'm little more than a trophy wife for my husband, Pascal, and you're right. I am a trophy wife — and what's more, I'm proud of it.
I was in my mid-30s when I met my second husband, Pascal. From our first date I knew he was a man who cherished physical looks. He complimented me on my legs, my eyes, my figure. He would endlessly tell me how beautiful I was. He wasn't attracted by my career or my bank account. Instead he viewed me as a prize to be won and, to my surprise, I found his approach seductive. Before our dates I would ensure I looked my best, spending hours on my grooming routine. I'd style my hair the way he liked it, down and slightly tousled, ensure I'd painted and filed my nails and applied a light layer of sun-kissed fake tan. I even ditched my wardrobe of designer trouser suits and rediscovered a love of floral dresses.
Since the time of our blossoming romance, a day has not gone by where I haven't made an effort with my appearance. It pains me to read that women such as Hillary Clinton feel they've reached an age where they no longer need make-up.
If a woman doesn't make an effort, it's perfectly logical that her husband will assume it's because she feels he's not worth making an effort for. Can you then blame a man for looking elsewhere? A trophy wife, however, would never make such a mistake. It's part of our job description to look good and support our husbands at all times. Pascal and I understand what the other wants. It's not something we've ever discussed, but we both know my role in our relationship is integral to its success.
I know my place in the home – in the bedroom and kitchen I'm a consummate professional. I'm friendly and charming to those he works with and it's fair to say they soon realize I might be an attractive blonde, but I've got a brain, too.
Most of the other wives are older and are focused on their families first, their husbands a poor second. My day is organized around my husband: isn't that what all wives should do? I know my place in the home — in the bedroom or the kitchen, I'm a consummate professional.
This is not the first time Samantha discussed her husband’s control over her weight. A while back, in an article called ‘My Husband Will Divorce Me If I Get Fat’, she created some stir with the following lines:
This past week I've been battling a gruesome bout of gastroenteritis. My husband Pascal has been by my side constantly; caring and concerned, he has mopped my brow and even held my hair back as I vomited for the umpteenth time. While most husbands might whisper, 'there, there, you'll feel better soon darling', instead I've had to listen to: 'Imagine how much weight you're losing! This is great for your figure!'
As Pascal likes to remind me: 'I married you because you're slim — I don't want a fat wife.' As I introduced Pascal to my sisters and friends, he trumpeted his rules for marriage: 'I'll divorce her if she's fat!'
'Why are you eating that? You've just lost some weight!' Pascal will cry, if he catches me with a Snack bar (Calories? A mere 89).
Definitely worth sharing your thoughts!
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