I’ve always had a modest disdain for beauty pageants. I believe they are sexist and vulgar. If you’re into them, don’t be offended, I don’t care all that strongly about it. I’ve had friends that were into them big time, and I totally get that little girls want to be “pretty” and have fun participating in them. I think it’s weird, and harmful to women, and I could argue the point all the live long day, but who listens to a feminist’s ideological rants with interest anymore?
What’s always struck me as particularly strange about pageant gals is how they all develop and keep “that look”—you know what I’m talking about—Sarah Palin has it: the perfectly coiffed hair, the always-present/perfectly-applied lipstick, the gobs of eyeshadow just teetering on trashy but never crossing over ... how do they do that?!
The purpose of the beauty pageant ritual, I suppose, is to prepare young women to be poised, elegant, articulate, and well-rounded. Therefore such as. Ugh.
