Beauty Con-tests
May 25th, 2007 by morpheus
My roomie was watching a beauty contest the other day, and that obviously meant that I couldn’t watch anything else.
So the drama began with the usual political correctness …
This beauty contest has got absolutely nothing to do with physical beauty, it’s all about brains …
These women are not here to be commoditized, they are being judged on their mental faculty …
blah blah blah …
To this date, my ribs hurt from rolling so hard on the floor.
No wonder then that next on agenda was a brain-storming session on beauty tips and products … selflessly sponsored by a popular cosmetics company.
The contestants won such prizes as a year’s worth of supply of mentally stimulating face-washes and appointments for further brain-storming at elite beauty parlors.
We join the contest after a short, completely social-service oriented, commercial break … for a photo shoot of the contestants.
They’re all there, making titillating poses to the camera, looking like over-polished Barbie dolls. All in all, a gathering of the most select intellectuals if I ever saw one.
Then the contestants were interviewed one by one, and this turned out to be an endless torrent of thoughts of sheer genius:
I guess the best thing about me is that I’m very confident …
She “guessed” that she was “very confident” … go rack your brains over that!
I think the quality that I have and contestants don’t, is my humility …
She’s so “humble”, she couldn’t help but boast about it.
I told you we were dealing with some pretty nasty complicated intellectual stuff here.
I don’t know about the others, but I’m here to win …
My roomie’s natural reaction to this brain-liquefier – “the others? well they’re here for the buffet, of course !”
And before we all dismiss this as just another beauty contest … let me remind you that they did play a game of Sudoku.
That it didn’t count towards their final evaluation (which invariably was all about the contestants walking around in expensive dresses and heavy makeup) is completely irrelevant.
One of the least good looking girls ended up winning the contest.
I guess it wasn’t about physical beauty after all!