Don’t Come Between Susan Boyle and Her Pussy
Sunday, June 21st, 2009
After cancelling a performance earlier this week due to “fatigue”, Susan Boyle has once again raised concerns about her mental health after having a full on freak out last evening shortly before she was scheduled to sing during the Liverpool performance of the Britain’s Got Talent tour. Sources say that she was acting strangely all night, wandering around looking dazed and “scratching her belly with her top pulled up.” She later became hysterical and “repeatedly bawled: ‘Where’s my cat… I want my cat!”
It then took event staff half an hour to “sneak her out of the Liverpool hotel via a fire escape,” moments before she was scheduled to go on.
I don’t often profess concern for celebrities in my posts. This is mostly because I’m a bitch, but also because although I write about these people all the time, I don’t really know them. It’s hard for me to feel more than the most general “we’re all human beings and we’re all in this together” kind of concern for strangers who do stupid things like Twitter about their vaginas when they have too much to drink. But I am honestly worried about this woman.
Without speculating on any underlying preexistant mental illness, I’m just going to say that some people are not meant to be famous.
It’s not easy. You have to put up with an insanely hectic schedule, nary a moment’s privacy or peace, and people like me in your business all the time, writing snarky things about you and constantly judging your every action.
Susan Boyle is not meant to be famous. If she keeps this up, it will destroy her. Someone get her out of the spotlight before she gets burned… because chances are that she is not going to stop this on her own.






