To any radfems who need a pick me up right now, here’s the vid of Susan Boyle’s crie de coeur, her big fuck you to the world. It never fails to put a smile on your face.
Representative of the scorned and despised older woman, still living in her childhood home in a Scottish village, her 91 year old mother having recently passed away, the unemployed 47 year old decided to smash the constraints imposed upon her by this patriarchal society of ours and go down fighting. Unmarried and never-been-kissed. Is this why her fire kept burning?
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame
And still I dream he’ll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I’m living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.