I stumbled upon this. Apparently I live under a rock and am the last person to hear this story. Sure, I am probably way behind for lack of T.V. but it was news to me. Wonderful and disturbing as it was.

Susan Boyle.

Susan Boyle is a lovely lady who recently auditioned for Britain’s Got Talent. England’s version of a similar American program (ours is hosted by the sarcastic, brutal and hilarious Piers Morgan, the tacky, embarrassing Sharon Osborne and Germany’s favorite cheeseburger loving Eurogod; David Hasslehof.) Britan’s show is hosted by Simon Cowell, Piers Morgan (I’ve seen enough T.V. in the last couple years to know that I love both of them for their frank British pith and honesty) and some gorgeous blond Amanda Holden who SURELY could not have been born with those features. 

These shows seem to all have the same purpose; to ridicule those “wrongly” seeking fame and recognition and to further the worship of youth, sexiness and self. I am probably not being fair but hey, neither are the judges half the time.

Enter Susan Boyle from “po-dunk” Scotland. By all earthly standards frumpy, frizzy and naive. I am sure the producers saw this “poor soul” in the lobby waiting for her audition. They summed up the eagerness, age and “need of a makeover” and thought, now this will make great television! 

Well, I’ll let you experience 7 soul-searching minutes before I proceed…

Click here, sorry they wont let me post the video. So watch it and come right back.

 Now, I don’t know about you but at the risk of revealing what a sap I am – when she opened her mouth to sing I screamed “OH MY GOSH!” so loud that I woke my sleeping husband and then I simply cried. 

 It was the combination of the song selection, the sweetness of Susan and my disgust with our youth worshiping world. The way the people is the audience mocked her before she “proved herself” to them was gross. I suppose the judges have seen enough to be pretty jaded but even they should not assume the worst simply based on appearances either. Why is it that we look at someone with 30 or 40 extra pounds and frizzy unkempt hair and completely write them off as a…(and allow me to use one of my favorite expressions)…no talent clown?

And where is the line? I’ve been pondering this all morning cause I am an outward appearance kind of a girl. I care about how I look; I believe we should all make some sort of consorted effort. Joel and I were just talking about this the other day. We watched a group of teen girls walk by our house and it looked as if they were going out of their way to look as bad as they could. Stringy hair, flip flops (sorry, I hate flip flops, at least when they are worn 24 freakin 7) bellies hanging out over jeans that were way too tight – we conversed about the difference between French teens who go out of their way to look comfortably stylish, even when hanging out on the corner with their friends…anyways. Even adult women. Ugh. I mean, where we live you will find more women in big butt sweatpants at any given moment than anywhere on earth, I swear! One comes across as self-loathing and the other as self respect. But it’s just the exterior of a person so where is the line? 

 I have concluded that it has to be in the value we place on each other based on appearances. As a former makeup artist and someone who is constantly processing on how EVERYTHING can look better from gardens to people I can’t bring myself to think that that is in itself a bad thing. But when I attack someone’s value, even if its with my silent thoughts about them, then surely it is a sin. An artist’s eye never stops but I must remember that Christ looks at the heart. And He is looking at mine!

I read, after watching this You Tube clip this morning that Susan went on the talk show circuit and ended up on Oprah to get a makeover. That made me want to puke but on the other hand it was probably pretty fun for her. I suppose if she wanted a Harpo makeover that’s great and they most likely pulled out all the stops but my heart ached at the thought of her maybe thinking she was a nobody before all this happened.

 It’s a bit to still sort out I suppose. Even my own value can fluctuate in my mind on days where I let myself go, or if I am carrying a few extra pounds…and that is just stupid. But ya know what?  I wash my hair, get my lip gloss on and work out for 5 days in a row and I do feel better. More clear. Faster and mentally efficient. Not as hard on myself.

 All I can say is it’s going to be a challenge to teach my daughter how valuable she is in my eyes and God’s no matter what she looks like and at the same time give her the proper tools and knowledge to take care of her physical appearance. There has got to be a line. Stories like Susan’s remind me of that.


 Your thoughts?


 PS: This would be a great time to recommend a movie along these lines. If you have not seen the movie Little Voice I HIGHLY recommend it. It has many elements that I love: British humor, great music, and of course Ewan my heart, my heart, McGregor. It’s a very sentimental movie for me as she sings the music I love to sing and has a chance at fame that I would have killed for in years past – it also touches on a father/daughter note that moves me on account of my own father/daughter story.

If you are not good with heavy English accents than I would suggest setting your DVD player to the subtitles option as the accents are THICK but so is the humor. You wouldn’t want to miss one line!!! 

It’s one of my favorite movies and I STILL don’t own it. What is up with THAT! Anyways, Let me know what you think. And lest I forget, Praise God for all the men and women who gave up their lives so I could sit here and enjoy this day off in Freedom with my family!