Why does the world love Susan Boyle?

Like countless others, I was blown away by Susan Boyle’s amazing, show-stopping performance this week on Britain’s Got Talent. The dowdy, chubby, 47-year-old cat lady with crooked teeth and unkempt hair has since become an Internet sensation. Her performance has garnered an astonishing 20 million Internet hits around the globe; her Facebook page boasts more than 1.3 million fans. Even the stingy Simon Cowell has held talks with her about signing for his Sony BMG record label.
Amidst the media frenzy, Britain’s Got Talent judge Amanda Holden told ITV News:
“I won’t let Simon Cowell take her to his dentist and I certainly won’t let her near his hairdresser. She needs to stay exactly as she is because that’s the reason we love her. She just looks like anybody who could live on your street.
“The minute we turn her into a glamour-puss is when it’s spoilt. That can perhaps come later when she’s signed the album deal and conquered America. For now we’ll keep her exactly as she is because that’s why we’ve all fallen in love with her. I think it’s the underdog thing.”
Does the world love Susan Boyle because she represents the common Everyman? Maybe we should review again how Susan’s audition went down.
Susan walks out on stage in a gold lace dress and is met with giggles, mocking wolf whistles, communal sneers and finally, uncomfortable silence. Simon Cowell, looking incredibly bored and unengaged, asks Susan her age. I’m 47,” she replies unabashedly and then saucily wiggles her hips and adds, “And that’s just one side of me!” The camera flashes on Piers Morgan, who visibly winces in pain and horror at Susan’s opprobrium. Simon rolls his eyes dramatically and blows out his cheeks in annoyance, while the audience erupts in heckling laughter. Ant and Dec backstage laughingly mimic Susan’s sashaying.
Susan announces that her dream is to be a professional singer on the scale of Elaine Page. “Eileen Page,” echoes Simon, incredulous. The audience snickers derisively. The camera cuts to a teen girl who smirks and sneers, then to a homily woman with buck teeth, shaking her head as if to say, “Oh no, she didn’t!” If Susan picks up on the audience’s sniggering, she doesn’t let it distract her. She takes a deep breath, opens her mouth and the world is blown away by the sheer grandeur of her voice.
Simon’s eyes widen in wonder, his bushy eyebrows arch in amazement. Amanda Holden’s perfectly lipsticked mouth drops in awe. The audience explodes into a standing ovation before Susan even hits the refrain. Piers tears up. “You didn’t see that, did you?” asks Dec backstage, and indeed, no one did because it is unfathomable that ugly people can do beautiful things. After Susan finishes singing, the insults continue to flow. The patronizing Piers tells her: “When you stood there with that cheeky grin and said, ‘I want to be like Elaine Paige’, everyone was laughing at you.“ Amanda adds, “I am so thrilled, because I know that everybody was against you.”
Tanya Gold of The Guardian summed it up best: “Sing, Susan, sing – to an ugly crowd that doesn’t deserve you.” No one “loved” Susan Boyle when they thought she was just a frumpy, middle-aged, splotchy-faced, never-been-kissed spinster who lives with a cat named Pebbles. Indeed, the single most reason for Susan Boyle even stepping onto that stage is precisely because of the childhood bullying she received, in part, for the way she looked. Those taunts, which she says left the kinds of scars that don’t heal, spurred her to find solace in singing.
A few weeks ago, Brandon and I were driving along the same highway that eventually leads to Maysville, Ky., home of (and shrine to) world-famous singer Rosemary Clooney. Like oh, so many singers, Rosemary started out the all-American beauty, young, blonde and blue-eyed, thin yet curvaceous in all the right places. It wasn’t until she suffered from a debilitating nervous breakdown ten years later that she started to gain weight and would ultimately reach 414-pounds. Somewhat presciently, I wondered aloud to Brandon: Had Rosemary Clooney emerged on the singing circuit after she had become socially fat, would the world have been robbed of her distinctive, sultry voice? How many other undiscovered talents lie hidden because they aren’t pretty enough, thin enough, blonde enough, sexy enough, marketable enough?
In our hyper-self-conscious culture where even elite supermodels are digitally altered beyond perfection, Susan Boyle turns the social order on its head. Her quiet humbleness, intrepid spirit and heartfelt voice reminds us that true beauty isn’t found in a plastic surgeon’s office, the junior’s department or in the glossy pages of fashion magazines. As Collette Douglas Home of The Herald writes, “Susan has been forgiven her looks and been given respect because of her talent. She should always have received it because of the calibre of her character.”
The world has responded fervently to Susan Boyle because we are all Susan Boyle. Her choice of songs — “I Dreamed a Dream” from Les Miserables — is not to be dismissed. We were once all “young and unafraid” with high hopes and lofty aspirations yet unsullied by a cruel and superficial world. We’ve all experienced those metaphorical “tigers” that have torn apart our hopes and turned our dreams to shame. For an unfortunate too many of us, life has killed the dreams we dreamed. Yet when we listen to Susan Boyle, for a moment we are Susan Boyle, standing before a jaded, image-obsessed audience in a bad dress and clunky shoes, and yet being embraced anyway with open arms and accolades. As Susan said of her childhood harassers, “Look at me now – I’ve got the last laugh.” And as she laughs, we laugh, for Susan Boyle’s vindication is our vindication.
But the world doesn’t love Susan Boyle because she represents the common Everyman. The world loves Susan Boyle because she stepped onto that stage in front of a cynical public and the white-hot crucible of reality TV and she did it with the kind of unwavering dignity and extraordinary confidence in her self-worth and awesome talent that so many of us only wish we had.








posted on April 21st, 2009 at 2:01 pm
posted on April 21st, 2009 at 2:09 pm
posted on April 21st, 2009 at 2:40 pm
posted on April 21st, 2009 at 2:42 pm
posted on April 21st, 2009 at 3:18 pm
posted on April 21st, 2009 at 3:32 pm
posted on April 21st, 2009 at 4:05 pm
posted on April 21st, 2009 at 5:00 pm
posted on April 21st, 2009 at 5:39 pm
posted on April 21st, 2009 at 7:10 pm
posted on April 22nd, 2009 at 2:58 am
posted on April 22nd, 2009 at 10:29 am
posted on April 22nd, 2009 at 7:34 pm
posted on April 28th, 2009 at 10:31 am
posted on July 28th, 2009 at 8:46 am
posted on January 19th, 2010 at 11:35 pm
posted on April 28th, 2010 at 9:29 am