So many people despise Posh Spice. They think she’s moody, too thin, thick, miserable, and not good enough for the divine David Beckham.
Personally, I’m sick of the bad rap poor old Posh gets. When the ‘lovely family man’ David Beckham cheated on her with their smug, fake-titted bint of a nanny, Rebecca Loos, Victoria was ridiculed. people assumed that her frigidity must’ve pushed David into the arms of another woman. She didn’t get one scrap of sympathy and David didn’t get an ounce of blame. When she took him back and patched things up, she was derided for being weak.
No one gives her snaps for having four children and managing to keep a marriage going for upwards of a decade. No one congratulates her on her gorgeous dresses (that she herself designd). Everyone just swoons over her hubby and bleats about how wonderful he is. And don’t get me wrong, I’m as much a Becks admirer as the next girl with fully-functioning eyes and loins, but he still cheated and apparently got away scot-free.
On the flip side of the coin, when the vile Ashley Cole shagged around behind Cheryl’s back, she was suitably lavished with love and sympathy before soon after being transformed unto a National Treasure.
Why? Obviously, Chezza comes across as more personable because she used to weep at the sob stories on The X Factor. She’s naturally pretty, she seems friendly and approachable. But that’s just difference of character for you. Just because you don’t see Posh smiling much or spilling her heart out on chat shows, there’s no reason why she shouldn’t have garnered the same treatment when her world fell to pieces as well.
Never mind David and his British lionheart leading Team GB to Olympic Gold this summer, our Vic’s the true heroine.