When I saw this photo in one of the British Tabloids, The Sun, earlier in the week, I cringed and chose to ignore it.
I figured it was the beginning of the end of the fairy tale that was Susan Boyle. Tonight it proved to be so. She placed second in the Britain's Got Talent competition that she was favored to win.
I have a few thoughts on why. One, she chose to sing the same song that launched her. I don't follow this competition enough to know if that is a regular practice or not, but I think showing a range might have been better.
Of far more importance, however, are the tirades that made world wide press. Here is this 47 year old spinster that had never been kissed, paying homage to her late mother by entering the competition and member of her church's choir letting go in a couple of very public tirades with liberal use of the "F" word. Ahhhh, Susan.
Okay. Not every one can handle the onslaught of pressure that sudden fame brings. I understand that. The language, though, I think, was the image breaker. It indicates she might not be quite what we wanted to think.
Wanted to think. I dreamed a dream - and it became a nightmare. I watched the announcement of the winners. She was gracious, but somehow the final flash of thigh seemed less than spontaneous and maybe a bit tawdry.
I'm sure she will reap riches from her experience. She may not have the physical attributes for stardom but she can, indeed, sing. I wish her well as her life goes on.
For me, though, I'll never view her in quite the same way. It's that "F" word. It shattered the illusion.