Hello, THL! Today I’m not here to talk about teabagging (*snickers*), tea parties or torture memos. Those are discussion-worthy topics for somewhere else. No, today I’m here to talk about the really important stuff. Like how gossip about female celebrities almost always revolves around hair, makeup, weight, romance or clothing. Nothing else really matters.
Now, unless you have been living under an Internet rock, you know Susan Boyle was a contestant seen on last week’s Britain’s Got Talent, a reality TV show. You can see her segment here on YouTube.
This woman has lit the world on fire, and rightly so. I think a voice like that is an incredible, born-with-it gift. But what continues to niggle at me is how this woman has likely never been given much opportunity to demonstrate this glorious talent of hers because of how she looks. Now, before she even opened her mouth to sing I was wanting to reach through the computer screen and smack people for how utterly dismissive they were. I didn’t care whether or not she had talent – she deserved respect and common decency, which she didn’t get until she proved herself remarkable. Then suddenly everyone loved her and brought out the “don’t judge a book by its cover” comments.
You GO, Susan! Represent for ALL how talent does not mean only if you’re young, thin and beautiful. It can come in any package and we should all remember that. But we won’t. We’ll be surprised again in the future when an “Ugly Duckling” turns out to have been a beautiful swan all along. Because we’re people, and people suck. 😉
Only a couple of other entertainment quickies:
A blurb about a French magazine which had on its cover famous actresses/singers/models without make-up on. GASP – you mean people can be beautiful without being airbrushed to death and without make-up caked on their faces?
And an interview in which Lisa Rinna explains how difficult it was to stop starving herself and over-working out for a Playboy photo shoot. Seriously, this makes me very sad indeed.
Other than that, I seem to have a morbid fascination with What Were They Thinking?, a pictorial of (usually female) celebs and how they made some horrible crucify-her! fashion missteps.
Because we’ve never left the house in something atrocious. I’m going to pretend I didn’t just come back from the grocery store wearing unflattering cargo pants and a grey hoodie. With my hair in all awry, my glasses on and my zits showing. How dare I, really?