Some TV moments are just too classic; almost too good to be true. That is, until you reevaluate today’s class and taste. On this year’s less-than-remarkable Miss USA pageant, they followed close to the same format as the past thirty years. They hit all the outdated staples in the right order – cheesy 3-second introductions, swim suit competition, evening gowns, answering questions in hope of showing some glimmer of intelligence; all the while enduring a beatdown of elimination rounds.
Let us sit for a moment on the basis of the swim suit competition. Not to get too women empowerment-feminist here, but how is that a valid scale of any winning trait? A few of the contestants were clearly terrible human beings simply judging by their body language but all we’re weighing are cup sizes, ass shapes, and the ability to walk in heels while your goods are out, no?
What could possibly make this round worse? A choreographed dance? No, they only have the temporary brain storage for one of those at the beginning of the show. This self-fulfilling prophecy and shamelessly raped stereotype was reiterated by one song. The girls came out onstage, bearing patriotic bikinis and plastic grins, to Blow by Ke$ha.
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