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I have a little something to get off my chest. And, no, it's not my shirt.
I follow the Miss America and Miss Universe pageants. Nobody else in America does, judging by statistics. (Something like twenty percent of America gives a damn about the pageants. I almost didn't pull those statistics from my ass.) Let me get this clear- I don't actually /watch/ them. That would be degrading to women. I just look up information on the finalists later, and look at pretty pictures, and read the occasional transcripts of the finalist questions. This is, of course, inexcusable, because I'm a girl, and the beauty pageants show me an unrealistic standard of beauty and teach me that I'll never be good enough/wealthy enough/South American enough/etc, to be valued by the world and rated highly by the briefcase model from 'Deal or No Deal'. Girls who follow beauty pageants, in my opinion, might as well be holding signs reading 'please rescind my voting rights!', and offering to make dinner for the entire masculine population. More beef streganoff, corporate America?
Cynical viewpoint: "I follow the pageant because I must know my enemy! I can't make suitably snarky comments unless I actually know what Miss Paraguay's (Lourdes Arevalos) bra size is, and what she's planning to do with her life. (36B, and owning an antiquities business)."
Fashion viewpoint: "How better to understand global fashion, than by watching 82 women from as many countries showing what is the height of somewhat questionable fashion from their own countries, because chain mail is very popular as streetwear in Puerto Rico?"
Aerin the Deviant viewpoint: "Girls. In bikinis. After the bikini segment, the shower scene!"
I think I'm doomed to be the antifeminist for the rest of my life. Sometimes I pray for restorative brain trama, or that my q-tip will go just a bit too deep and jab my brain in the right place.
I follow the Miss America and Miss Universe pageants. Nobody else in America does, judging by statistics. (Something like twenty percent of America gives a damn about the pageants. I almost didn't pull those statistics from my ass.) Let me get this clear- I don't actually /watch/ them. That would be degrading to women. I just look up information on the finalists later, and look at pretty pictures, and read the occasional transcripts of the finalist questions. This is, of course, inexcusable, because I'm a girl, and the beauty pageants show me an unrealistic standard of beauty and teach me that I'll never be good enough/wealthy enough/South American enough/etc, to be valued by the world and rated highly by the briefcase model from 'Deal or No Deal'. Girls who follow beauty pageants, in my opinion, might as well be holding signs reading 'please rescind my voting rights!', and offering to make dinner for the entire masculine population. More beef streganoff, corporate America?
Cynical viewpoint: "I follow the pageant because I must know my enemy! I can't make suitably snarky comments unless I actually know what Miss Paraguay's (Lourdes Arevalos) bra size is, and what she's planning to do with her life. (36B, and owning an antiquities business)."
Fashion viewpoint: "How better to understand global fashion, than by watching 82 women from as many countries showing what is the height of somewhat questionable fashion from their own countries, because chain mail is very popular as streetwear in Puerto Rico?"
Aerin the Deviant viewpoint: "Girls. In bikinis. After the bikini segment, the shower scene!"
I think I'm doomed to be the antifeminist for the rest of my life. Sometimes I pray for restorative brain trama, or that my q-tip will go just a bit too deep and jab my brain in the right place.