...and if I'm chosen...

Did anyone watch the Miss America Pageant this past weekend? G and I caught the ending accidently en route to our nightly 11 o'clock ritual, The BBC News (read as "Friends"), G paused on the channel and said, "Oh my God... it's the Miss America Pageant." We sat there dumbfounded for a second, "They still do this?" he asked. It was a rhetorical question obviously, I mean, a part of us had to know the pageant went on out there somewhere, we had to have registered the "So-and-so is crowned Miss America" by-line once a year, and yet we stared at the screen in total disbelief. No disgust, no joy, no kitschy fun goodness or tired feminist diatribes, nothing that complex, just a complete and total indifference that made the mere existence of the pageant a floorer.

Until I looked back at the screen just as they were announcing the first runner up, and therefore the winner, and was greeted with this image:

I'm still giggling from our riffs about what the runner up was doing to Ms. America to cause her to make that face (the bulk of which involved the exact whereabouts of the crown), so I'll let you make up your own. Funny how things can go from a blip on your radar...

Posted by Antigeist at September 22, 2003 01:25 PM