I can love a pageant.
Last night, I watched Miss America in our room while The Mister gasped and yelled at Breaking Bad in the living room.
I got a late start on the pageant, but did my best to get caught up without fast forwarding too much. I know that they have to choose from selected outfits but I was struck by Miss Alabama and Miss Iowa’s dress. You remember those two in the same dress, which may be nice seeing as neither went beyond intros. There was also a zebra outfit shared my many. Miss Virgin Islands won 3 points from me for her standing dance moves.
It was a night of firsts. I think we saw our first tattoo on a contestant with Miss Texas. We also had our first knee brace with Miss Florida. First ballywood fusion dance with Miss New York and I dug it. Poor Miss New York has a hearing problem. She didn’t hear her name in finalist calling or talent. I feared this would be an issue when they called her named when she won.
Miss Oklahoma wore a fun outfit.
Miss California will do well in life. Fluent in Mandrian and with a BA and MA from Stanford. Both degrees were obtained within 4 years. Plus, she did actual dancing (not something “interpretive”) with pointe ballet. Miss Connecticut did an Irish step dance which we should have expected with her gorgeous red hair. Miss Texas should never sing “Fever” again. I should say that I’m partial to the song as it use to be my standby song for choir try outs. Miss Maryland sang “For Good” which was ballsy to perform in front of the audience of choir nerds and gays. (I could see you wincing, Lance Bass.) Miss Florida gave us the obligatory baton talent in her bedazzled leg brace.
Miss Oklahoma used “twerking” in a pun. She won 5 points from me for it. Miss California used her Stanford smarts to answer her question regarding Syria. Miss Florida lost the pageant while talking about her father being unemployed. It was a terrible pivot.
I liked the Top 3 outfits.
Miss Oklahoma (the one of the right) was out. Then, it left the two Asian American girls. Then, they called Miss New York. I yelled. I called it from the beginning and she heard it! It made me happy when the two were standing there and they said “We’re going to make history.”
However happy I am for her, I fear for her. I cannot imagine what the crazies are saying on Twitter, Facebook and within their mom’s basement. I am sure there will be stories soon on Buzzfeed showing all the horrible, disgusting, racist tweets. (Update: Before I went to bed, The Mister told me Buzzfeed had posted one.) I can’t read Buzzfeed’s post. It makes me angry. How can be people be so awful?
Let’s lighten the mood…
What would be your first thing to eat after the pageant? What’s your favorite fat food? Fat food….hmmmm….