I didn’t actually cry, but I did get choked up. I watched it again, and then I watched it some more. I fucking love Susan Boyle.
What is it that has touched a nerve all over the world?
I know there’s a simple explanation, but I also think there’s much more going on.
First, there’s the fairy tale aspect. I was thinking Cinderella, but my son suggested The Ugly Ducking, and of course he is correct. But why so much weeping?
Are we crying with relief that for once there is justice, and virtue is rewarded?
Are we crying with self-pity? We all harbor a secret belief that we are special and one day the world will take note; It’s happened for Susan but not for us.
Are we crying because we feel sentimental when we root for the underdog?
Are we crying because of a universal longing for authenticity?
Are we crying because we are projecting a life of sacrifice and rejection onto Susan Boyle?
Or are we responding to the sheer passion and sweetness of her voice?
I only hope nothing happens to burst the bubble. Our love for Susan Boyle implies a collective humanity and desire for transcendence. However, it must be noted that my husband’s response is essentially ‘big deal.’ When urged to elaborate, he said, “It’s Shrek.” ( If you need a cynic, you know where to find him!)