Brooks Nader, the 28-year-old model who became a household name after winning the 2023 SI Swimsuit Issue cover and then promptly getting dumped on national television, is back in the newscycle.
This time, she’s opening up about her “simple life” in a new interview that has the internet doing its favorite thing: screaming into the void.
In the profile, Nader describes herself as a “low-key” person who enjoys “just chilling” and eating “normal food.” She then presumably retreated to a $4,000-a-night villa where her personal chef prepared a “normal” meal of gold-leafed sea bass.
I’m saying the definition of “normal” is doing a lot of heavy lifting here.
The reaction online has been predictably unhinged.
Half of X/Twitter is dragging her for being out of touch, while the other half is defending her because, honestly, what else is she supposed to say? “I live in a gilded cage of my own making and cry into silk pillows”?
This is a woman who went on *The Bachelor* franchise, got engaged to a guy who then immediately developed a mysterious case of “I need to find myself” (translation: I need to be single at 25), and has since been photographed exclusively in locations that require a passport and a trust fund.
The mistake is ours for expecting otherwise.
We keep demanding that celebrities be “authentic” while also demanding they entertain us with their aspirational lifestyles.
We want them to be rich and famous but also to complain about the price of eggs.
It’s a paradox that no publicist can solve, and Nader is just the latest victim of our collective delusion.
Dropping a “I’m just like you” interview in the middle of a cost-of-living crisis is a bold move.
It’s like showing up to a potluck with a bag of ice and a story about your yacht maintenance.
She’ll post a bikini pic, get a million likes, and we’ll all move on to the next outrage.
And somewhere, a PR intern is drafting an apology statement for a woman who doesn’t think she did anything wrong.
So yeah, AITA for thinking Brooks Nader is just a mirror reflecting our own weird obsession with famous people who don’t know we exist?
Final Thoughts
But at least I’m not pretending to be “low-key” while flying private.