I first saw the PEOPLE headline before I went to bed on Sunday night.
Of course I had to click on it.
The Britain’s Got Talent alum is seeing an American doctor she met while on tour. The two met while staying in the same hotel, and, although the relationship is still in its early stages, he’s a “the perfect gentleman,” Boyle says.
As you can probably imagine, I’ve been turning this story around in my head for the last few days. Mostly, because I can obviously identify with it. Our culture is so preoccupied with people reaching specific milestones by a certain point that anything out of the ordinary is sure to elicit a few gasps and quite a few “Ahhhs.” These milestones, sure, are used as a way of categorizing and explaining the world because, really, who has time to deal with the social chaos that would ensue in their absence? It just makes sense and makes things a whole lot easier.
I can see that. Really, I can. But as someone who has walked in Boyle’s unconventional-dating shoes, I can’t help but cringe at the fact that this even made news in the first place. In fact, it stings quite a bit, actually. It’s no secret that I’ve never had a boyfriend — it’s a fact I’ve never tried to hide. It may sound strange to some people, apparently, but it’s something I’ve NEVER been ashamed of, either.
Why does Boyle have to be held up to the world as some sort of weird anomaly? The first sentence of the PEOPLE article even used the word finally, as if to say, “Wow, it’s about time she has a boyfriend. What is wrong with her?” Her life must be complete now, right? I mean, how on Earth was she able to go some 53 years boyfriendless?
The. Horror. Of. It. All.
People grow and move at different paces in life, and my heart just sinks a bit when I see this sort of judgment pop up. Aren’t we past this sort of old-fashioned thinking?? And when you think about it, just because it hasn’t happened for me yet doesn’t mean it’s never going to. And it certainly doesn’t make me weird or some sort of freak of nature. I look forward to that meeting that special guy someday. And guess what? I bet it’s going to be as special as if it had happened when I was 14 or 15. I’ll probably still be as giddy and as nervous as ever, but isn’t that just part of the excitement? Some things do transcend age, I think.
Can you relate, friends? When have you felt unfairly judged or scrutinized? How did it make you feel? How did you react to the situation?