Having watched the last 15 minutes of the Miss Universe pageant I can finally define what I find is the most absurdly problematic part of that whole parade.
It's not the gowns. It's not the dance sequences. It's not the answers of a 'world peace' caliber...
It's not that while watching I almost forget I like myself.
It's the smiling. The incessant smile. The vacant smile. The nothingsactuallyhappeningbuttheystill smile. The pick me(!) smile.
It's in these smiles that I see the man behind the curtain.
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