Dear security guard...
PleasepleasePLEASE stop watching America's Prom Every Monday. Actually, you don't even watch it...you're always outside smoking when it's on. I, on the other hand, am always attempting to eat my dinner.
Much more of this and a 16.9 oz bottle of Dr. Pepper may be flung through the TV screen.
No Love,
Me.
You know, I always hated prom and homecoming competitions, I just didn't realize why at the time. Now, of course, it's completely obvious. After all, society tells us a girl has no value unless she's prettier than and has a better dress than the other girls, and the backstabbing and undermining is the way to go if you want to be a girl and get ahead. These types of competitions just reinforce that idea.
You have NO IDEA how happy I am now that my mother said "no" when a friend of her's tried to get me into those kiddie beauty pageants when I was all little and thin and liked frilly dresses and had curly strawberry blonde-almost-hair.
(Yes, this show is bad for my mental health. I need to start eating before I'm hungry, or starving until it's over on Mondays.)
ETA: I am now reminded of when I worked in Waldenbooks, and the mall would host the beauty pageants right in front of the store because it had the spacious location. The parents would let their little girls look at all the books and pick one out and sometimes let her get all the way to the front of the store with it, and then take it away, or they'd take away the toy they let them bring with no warning, and tell them they could have it. Why? So they would be crying when they went on stage and the judges would feel sympathy for them. (They also left our store a mess, and we always found at least a dozen drink and food containers left in the store.)
Much more of this and a 16.9 oz bottle of Dr. Pepper may be flung through the TV screen.
No Love,
Me.
You know, I always hated prom and homecoming competitions, I just didn't realize why at the time. Now, of course, it's completely obvious. After all, society tells us a girl has no value unless she's prettier than and has a better dress than the other girls, and the backstabbing and undermining is the way to go if you want to be a girl and get ahead. These types of competitions just reinforce that idea.
You have NO IDEA how happy I am now that my mother said "no" when a friend of her's tried to get me into those kiddie beauty pageants when I was all little and thin and liked frilly dresses and had curly strawberry blonde-almost-hair.
(Yes, this show is bad for my mental health. I need to start eating before I'm hungry, or starving until it's over on Mondays.)
ETA: I am now reminded of when I worked in Waldenbooks, and the mall would host the beauty pageants right in front of the store because it had the spacious location. The parents would let their little girls look at all the books and pick one out and sometimes let her get all the way to the front of the store with it, and then take it away, or they'd take away the toy they let them bring with no warning, and tell them they could have it. Why? So they would be crying when they went on stage and the judges would feel sympathy for them. (They also left our store a mess, and we always found at least a dozen drink and food containers left in the store.)