Life’s Not So Rich Pageant

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When I was young, we used to watch the Miss America Pageant on TV. Not because we liked it, mind you, but because I’m older than shit and when I grew up we only had six channels of “entertainment”. Let me tell you something: when there’s a dearth of competition like that, there is very little incentive to provide quality programming. I mean, the highlight of the week was Mork & Mindy, and if you were lucky there would be a Battle of the Network Stars on so you could once and for all settle the question: Who would win a kayak race, Jamie Farr or Charo?

So my family and I got used to watching allegedly entertaining things on the television such as beauty pageants. Even at a young age, I knew there was something off about the Miss America Pageant and its strangely coiffed contestants. For starters, they looked like aliens. I like women to look natural. My wife is naturally beautiful, and so she doesn’t rely on metric boatloads of makeup to look pretty, and I like it that way. Maybe just a bit of cover-up to mask the track marks in the morning, and she’s good to go! (Note to my wife’s employer and law enforcement: My wife doesn’t really use needle drugs. She snorts.)

But the women in the Miss America Pageant appeared to have put their makeup on via fire hose, and had their hair shellacked with super-glue. Plus, they all wore the same death’s-head rictus grin. You’d have to venture into the seamy world of porn to run across emotion so brazenly faked. So I’d see these alien creatures wobbling across the stage on six inch heels, and I’d wonder to myself, “Why isn’t anyone laughing?”

The laughter, actually, was saved for the portion of the contest in which the contestants tried to prove that they had an IQ higher than that of paste, and usually failed. At the age of seven I could’ve aced those softball questions, but these nimrods were getting hung up on the basics. Look, it’s really easy. Here is the template.

I personally believe that (topic of the question) is (good/bad) and we as Americans should (encourage/discourage) the nation’s youth in this regard because (topic of the question) is (good/bad) for this country. I’d also like to let the judges know that I am (incredibly easy/drunk and ready to go). Thank you.

How hard is that? Pretty hard for beauty pageant contestants, as it turns out. Watch this infamous answer to a mind-numbingly simple question:

I love Mario Lopez’s reaction at the end of that. He’s thinking to himself, “I can get her to do almost anything backstage by telling her it’s part of the contest.” (I do want to give this poor girl some credit, however, because the quote, “everywhere, like, such as” has become shorthand between my daughter and I for something someone said that was incredibly stupid.)

Daughter: So the teacher asked this kid this incredibly simple question, and he was all, “everywhere, like, such as”…

Me: Ha ha ha

Daughter: …and now he can only use those safety scissors they give first graders.

What escaped me at the time was the fact that the Miss America Pageant involved far more than the idiocy on TV. I guess I never gave it much thought, and although on one level I knew that small towns had beauty pageants too, I never realized that they were a feeder system for the Big Show. I guess I thought some asshole rode across the country in the back of a limo with a bottle of chloroform and a rag. “Driver! Stop! That redhead with the rack just has to be the hottest girl in Georgia!”

But then I saw my hometown’s beauty pageant featuring classmates of mine, girls whom I knew to be pretty, intelligent, and relatively normal people. They did not come across this way on stage. One girl, all of eighteen, was at the top of our class and practically drooled her way through an incomprehensible and insane answer to a question so simple that mollusks could answer it.

Judge: Miss Ferngirdle, your question is… How do you feel about the United States Constitution?

Miss F: I think that… The conidootion is… America is the land of the brave… No, the free… America is the land of the free… And we should all like the Uniting State confirmation because… It is good.

(twenty second pause while everyone weeps for mankind)

Miss F: Thank you.

At one point, a friend of mine leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I see they’ve begun giving out free lobotomies backstage.” It was that bad. And it was only the start. The winner of the hometown contest went on to try to become Miss County, then Miss Region, then Miss State, until finally she’d be taping her boobs and greasing her smile in the hopes that she’d be named Miss America at which point her dreams will have all come true and she’d be carted from shopping mall to shopping mall in a packing crate.

It wasn’t until years after that nightmarish parade of idiocy that I even realized that beauty pageants were not something you engaged in once you turned eighteen. Is it really necessary to scar our little girls with pageants?

If you think it's cute to dress up your two year old until she looks like this, you'll find it decidedly less than cute when she winds up a cum dumpster for the fucking rodeo circuit when she's 23.

If you think it’s cute to dress up your two year old until she looks like this, you’ll find it decidedly less than cute when she winds up a cum dumpster for the fucking rodeo circuit when she’s 23.

I don’t even need to get into that shit because many other people have done so before me. I would just like to say that if you are one of those obsessive parents that puts your kids in pageants to make up for some twisted and unfulfilled need from your childhood, I hope that you get hit by a bus before you do the kid real damage. Let them play with LEGO’s for fuck’s sake.

But here’s where it gets funny. The pageants don’t stop with Miss America, or Miss Universe (which, really, is woefully under-representing alien poon, don’t you think?). I give you the Miss Senior America Pageant which was probably dreamt up by the kind of reprehensible plastic surgeon that not only dreams up senior beauty pageants as a way to increase business, but is probably working on vaginal Botox as we speak.

(I looked it up, and yes, there is such a thing as vaginal Botox. Either my search history is the most embarrassing thing in the world, or the most awesome. I’m not sure which.)

But why, I ask you, should we stop at Miss Senior America? I say we start the Miss Deceased America Pageant. We could judge contestants on bone whiteness, lack of aroma, and for once the intelligence part of the contest wouldn’t be the kind of thing that even West Virginians would scoff at:

Mario Lopez: Miss Deceased Arkansas, your question is: What is your position on sunny days?

Miss Deceased Arkansas: (…)

Mario Lopez: In all my years of judging beauty pageants, that may be the most intelligent answer I’ve heard. There’s, uhh, another part of the contest. Meet me backstage and I’ll tell you about it.

Yes, I went there. Mario Lopez’s attorneys may contact me via email, although it was clearly a joke. Seriously, lighten up. Who put sand in your Botoxed vagina?

Soon to appear at a shopping mall near you.

Soon to appear at a shopping mall near you.

10 Responses to “Life’s Not So Rich Pageant”

  1. Becky says:

    Oh I hate the kiddie pageants. I generally don’t have a fear of dolls, but making your kid into a vacant eyed, sexualized doll at 4 has developed one. For gods sake, send that kid out to play in the mud in the back yard!

    • Greg says:

      We should start attending these things with buckets of mud. Watching the helicopter pageant moms flip out would be worth a short stint in the pokey.

  2. CassieCros13 says:

    Those pageants are disgusting. Especially Toddlers and Tiaras when their crazed mothers plaster makeup and dresses onto little girls, already having a mentality that they aren’t beautiful or good enough if they lose…all it does is ruin their self esteem and turn them into a product…at a toddler?! They should be running around outside getting themselves dirty and being a kid…not having makeup sprayed on them!

    • Greg says:

      You’ve probably never seen it, but the old HBO sketch comedy has a skit about a neo-natal beauty pageant that’s priceless.

  3. Vonny says:

    I remember watching the Miss America pageants when I was young. The question and answer part was the best; it proved that a lot of people can’t think on their feet, or at all. I heard that the contestants put Vaseline on their teeth so that they wouldn’t forget to smile. Super Glue between the lips might have been the better alternative.

    “If I had one wish, I would wish for World Peace because…because…because it is good! Thank you.”

    • Greg says:

      What used to crack me up is how my mom would react to all of that fakery. “Oh, I like her. I hope she wins!”

      “Why? She’s as vacuous as the rest of them.”

      “Oh, she just seems nice.”

      “Based on her boobs? Her inability to answer basic questions? Her “talent” of spinning a plate on a stick?”

      “I don’t know, I just hope she wins.”

  4. Vesta Vayne says:

    I remember watching Miss America with my mom. When I was five or six I thought it was really cool, because they all looked like barbie dolls.

    I find the child pageant circuit absolutely disgusting. Equally awful in my book is splattering it across television via reality tv shows and calling it entertainment.

    • Greg says:

      I have a problem with reality shows in general because they’re nothing more than gawking at freaks, which is frowned upon in public, but somehow ok if you do it at home.

  5. Heather says:

    I don’t understand the desire to win a body contest. Yes, watch as I parade my meat-bag around this stage. Compare my meat-bag to the meat-bag of others. Put a princess hat on the head of my meat bag. Give it flowers. Watch it cry.
    It makes no sense.
    Also I havent had coffee yet so I don’t understand basic concepts.

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