Miss Indiana Wears The Crown, In Case You Actually Care
For those of you who may have missed it—due to Saturday night plans or out of sheer ignorance to the fact that it was actually taking place—the Miss America pageant aired this past weekend on TLC. I mention the possibility of being caught unaware because I happen to fall into this category, having had absolutely no idea that 1) it was on this weekend and 2) that it was still on at all. Were it not for the fact that I stumbled upon this hilariously poignant article that questions the relevancy of the almost 90-year-old beauty contest (which, for the record, is now referred to as a “scholarship pageant”), it would have completely slipped me by. Which is odd, considering that as a child, I held elaborate Miss America-watching slumber parties that included finger foods and an at-home voting system. (Truth time: I may have also begged and pleaded with my grandmother for tickets to the actual pageant in the late eighties). Have we, as liberated women, simply grown tired of organized events that give credence to walking around in a bathing suit and heels and count operatic renditions of dated show tunes as “talents,” or has the Miss America organization simply dropped the ball on updating and properly publicizing its show? Discuss.