When I see Sydney Sweeney, I almost immediately think of Brigitte Bardot — and not for the most obvious of reasons. Aesthetic resemblance notwithstanding, it seems Brigitte and Syd shared similar convictions as well.

It wasn’t long ago that the talented Ms. Sweeney was being denounced as a racist, Nazi, fascist, White supremacist for her part in an American Eagle commercial that depicted a pretty White girl saying and doing pretty White girl things… or something.
Sydney has blonde hair and blue eyes, so leftists will hate her as a matter of policy no matter what. Ultimately the purported controversy was a nothing-burger that only succeeded in making the haters look petty and toxic, which is what they do best.

In the same vein was Brigitte Bardot, the European version of Marilyn Monroe and Sydney’s predecessor in every way — a lovely French lass who endured far worse persecution later in life, albeit for relatively comparable reasons.

Bardot left a successful film career behind in 1973 and became an animal rights activist. Her outspokenness led to becoming one of the few voices in France to openly criticize the government for its stance on mass immigration. She was subsequently charged and fined several times for inciting racial hate over statements like this:
“My country, France, my homeland, my land, is once again being invaded—with the blessing of our successive governments—by an overpopulation of foreigners, particularly Muslims, to whom we are paying allegiance. Year after year, we see mosques springing up all over France, while the bell towers of our churches fall silent for lack of priests… Will I be forced to flee my country, which has become a blood-soaked land, in order to expatriate myself?”
She wasn’t wrong. Mass immigration in Europe has led to a staggering rise in rapes, decades long government cover-ups of Muslim grooming gangs, murder, theft, desecration of churches, and other crimes. In a shocking response, the governments of France, Germany, and the UK have instituted hate speech laws that prosecute criticism of interloper-related crimes.

What Brigitte and Sydney withstood from leftists weren’t the same thing, but B.B. crawled so Syd could walk. Whereas most stars would’ve groveled, offering sincerest apologies for their supposed bigotry and ignorance, both paradigms of elegance stood defiantly against censure and insults, never giving an inch.
It seems the only thing that shines brighter than Brigitte and Sydney’s celebrated beauty is their courage — and that makes them Queens, now and forever.