The monster sings....

I was thinking on the bus today. Now that the dust has settled on the fuss surrounding that strange woman Susan Boyle, it's time to stand back and just look at what happened.
Although I didn't see it on the television I have obviously seen the endless footage that followed. A woman enters a talent competition, she's far from being a beauty. There is general tittering and snide comments about her and then she sings. It's a voice that is (being generous) slightly above average in competence but not really anything you might expect to have caused the ensuing fuss.
The response of the panel of (ha ha) experts, ranges from slack jawed reverie to tears issuing from botoxed eye slits. Contrition follows, how could we experts have missed this seraphic creature? This monster scraped it's hooves, knuckles dragging and appeared before us and from it's gaping maw came not the scream of a thousand madmen but the voice of a child angel.
This in itself is clearly not important, a bit of staged flummery for the masses. But it does raise issues about how our society thinks; that you wouldn't expect to find talent in someone who isn't beautiful and young and that when anything above average comes from someone who is old and considered unattractive it's like a miracle.
Just think John Merrick could have cleaned up on Dancing On Ice.