…I am so fucking sick of this whole Susan Boyle thing!
I swear. It’s like everytime I turn on the TV, instead of finding something interesting, I just see stupid commentary on how awesome Susan Boyle is. I mean, yes, I agree that she is a good singer, though not as shockingly good as she is made out to be. It seems to me though that most of the fuss payed to her is a result of people being surprised that the voice they are hearing is coming out of such a homely body. Which at it’s root is sort of fucked up, reductive, and insulting right?
I know if I was famous, I wouldn’t want it to be for being an ugly but talented underdog. Her fame is obviously rooted in exploitative, hallmark-y, Extreme Makover: Home Edition-style heart string pulling. “Wow, watch her overcome!” we are meant to think…
Then again, maybe I am just being a cynic.
Here is a totally ridiculous video of a woman watching Susan Boyle sing. Don’t you just want to shake her and shout “MAYBE YOU SHOULD JUST ADOPT A CAT AND GET A LIFE ALREADY”!?
Also, after the jump is the actual video of Boyle singing in case you live under a rock and have no idea what I am talking about.
For those not in the know, Icebreaker is a New Zealand/Portland based clothing company that sells athletic and outdoors garments made entirely of merino wool. Their clothes are pretty expensive and definitely out of my price range, put in all fairness they are very well made.
I work near their Portland store, so I frequently find myself staring in their windows and looking at their hard to miss, larger than life advirtising. They have branded themselves via eye catching photo ads full of sexy, naked gym bodies and mythological archetypes. Most of them, though a little porny, are fairly innocuous. However, there newest Summer 2009 advirtisements caught my eye as appearing to be, well, kind of racist and sexist.
Maybe it is just me. I do spend a large amount of my day staring at these ads out the window of my work. However, at risk of coming off as an over analytical liberal, this image seems to play off of the stereotype of the brutish African beast, and the diminutive, helpless, milky white female. They remind me more than just a little of that Vogue cover that everyone got worked up over recently.
It is a sad day in Hollywood as a legend of the daytime screen and an inspiration to drag queens every where passes on…
Bea Arthur, R.I.P.
Though they are immortal through their celebrity it is always sort of sad when another celeb bites the dust…However, in Bea’s case I bet she’s downing a straight scotch and playing a deck of Soltaire in the after life.