Tanorexia
Earlier this evening I tuned into Fox to watch "The Simpsons," but first had to sit through the final few seconds of what appeared to be a Miss Hawaiian Tropic pageant. I remember them; they used to advertise for contestants in the back of "Seventeen" magazine. I can't believe those pageants still exist. I thought by now they would have gone the way of Pet Rocks, jelly sandals, scrunchies and assorted other 1970s-1980s flotsam and jetsam.
I could tell the pageant was a quality event by the sponsor credits that flashed by at the end: "Contestant clothing provided by Joe Boxer. Beverages provided by Anheuser-Busch and Gallo Wines. Ground transportation provided by Dollar Rent-A-Car." Nothing but class, baby!b
I could tell the pageant was a quality event by the sponsor credits that flashed by at the end: "Contestant clothing provided by Joe Boxer. Beverages provided by Anheuser-Busch and Gallo Wines. Ground transportation provided by Dollar Rent-A-Car." Nothing but class, baby!b
posted by just me at
6:58 PM
2 Comments:
Beauty pageants are so bizarre, anyway. I love how the prize is always a scholarship, as if, somehow, the women were being judged on more than their looks. Yeah. Right.
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Foxy Knitter, at 5:26 PM
The women I saw didn't look like they had two brain cells to rub together, so I doubt any scholarships were handed out! The grand prize was probably a case of tequila and a year's supply of Trojans.
By
just me, at 7:28 PM
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