If you've been in a room with me for more than an hour, you know that the one thing I loath is the coupling of talent and looks.  Like a package deal, people assume hotness equals something worth their time and money.  Musicians aren't musicians anymore, they're sexual beings and if you're not objectifiable, you're not marketable.  Working with masogynists...I mean...producers is hard when you're not a bikini model or a pixie hipster chick.  Selling your albums to people who don't secretly want to bone you is difficult.  

The good news is, the cool kids think this is disgusting.  Melrose Place isn't cool anymore.  Calvin Klein heroine chic isn't chic.  There is a trend a brewing...The ugly talent.  Mark Oliver Everett of The Eel's said it best "and if she cares about the car I drive, then she can get in hers the moment I arrive cuz my kind of love is an ugly love. but it's real and it lasts a long long time."

Susan Boyle is my hero, and so are the people who think the popification of her is disturbing.  Let her be slow and let her skirts have multiple hem lengths, let her be.  I'm tired of makeovers.

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nati