Peer-Pressure Is A Motherfucker: The Destruction Of Susan Boyle

We hope everybody's happy now: The brash, and uniquely individual, Susan Boyle has been replaced by this quivering mass of "Will they like it?" who couldn't be picked out of a police line-up. Our bet is that her talent goes, too - right along with her judgment to bow to the mob of women who couldn't stop themselves from clucking that she so desperately needed a make-over.

She didn't. They did - on their souls.

So much attention being paid to someone who - through hard work at the expense of superficiality - defied everything this ugly culture aspires to, was an affront they found too remarkable to leave alone; and they just couldn't shut-up about it. No, no, after laughing at her (when they thought she was defenseless), they now know better. Well. We'll see.

Standing up to the laughing crowd is a big part of what made Susan Boyle a phenomena. Now, when she gets herself all dolled-up and possibly falls on her face, that much-deserved well-spring of sympathy, that she always had to fall back on, won't be there; replaced by every cynics true aspiration for her - that she be more like their ugly asses: pretty only on the outside.

Well, you got what you wanted. Mission Accomplished, Ladies. Susan Boyle has finally been kissed:

You gave her the kiss of death.

Say goodbye to the first "real thing" to come along in ages.

We hope you're proud of yourselves.