Pamplona met Las Vegas, and Miss Texas won; too bad no one else did. Perhaps it's time to hang up the heels, remove the double-stick tape and call the pageant parades passe!
Once again, the former viewers of beauty pageants failed to turn on and tune out, last Friday,apparently resisting the urge to gawk at the latest running of the bulls down the catwalk in Vegas. Yep, lowest rating of the shows run this time around. Of course, as my fates fiddled with my string of life, they ever so conveniently designed to place me a mile high up in the sky, desperately seeking some form of sanity salvation, dressed up as tv entertainment; Danity Kane it all, I got stuck with the Miss USA broads and Donnie and Marie! Throw away any debates about waterboarding being an illegal form of torture, watching this show Trumps that!
The show, purposefully designed to have "more of an edge" this cycle, still felt as dull as a butter knife, only it was being wield by the angry hooker left out of the Victoria's Secret Underwear Fashion Show. Talk about trussed up tarts at a Glamazon photo shoot. I almost felt sorry for Miss Oklahoma (what the heck was that evening gown about with diamond-shaped cut outs on the sides? "Evening wear", not "late night on the corner scouting for St. Johns" evening attire) when I saw her walk around and stop and pose, until I realized everyone one of them did the exact same thing- some Next Top Model flop must have been behind that coaching decision; they make Lauren look elegant!
The missed opportunity of the night was during the final round of interview questions for the last five contestants; thrown the stupid question "which celebrity would you like to help", Miss Okie took the softball question and threw Britney under the bus (and that's got to hurt, when wannabe's want to help you "as such" Miss Jr. S. Carolina and gang), why didn't she look into the panel of judges (Rob Schneider and Heather Mills amongst them) and say, "you, because you've sunk so low you are sitting here judging this pageant!" Ah, touche...
Thank goodness my flight landed just after seeing Miss Texas gallop away with the tiara (at 26, the second oldest winner, her profession appears to be contests).
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