I read People magazine on the toilet in the mornings.
Get over it, at least as a visual, its a funny one.
There is a picture of a little girl on the cover. She is wearing a revealing gown, too much makeup and has that stare that child prostitutes in 3rd world countries have. That zombie like stare of someone that knows that there is unpleasant work to do, no matter how distasteful, she has a job to do.
She is not in the slave trade.
She is a pageant child.
A rose by any other name, smells…aw forget it.
There is nothing poetic to be said here, The little girl’s mom should be in jail.
Toddlers and Tiaras.
To watch the show turns my stomach, but its like a train wreck in slo mo and you can’t look away.
Anytime the mothers are on camera, they launch into this totally unasked for defense of what they do.
The mothers fall into two categories from what I could see. They are either the chubby girl that never thought much of themselves and are living the pretty and popular dream thru their kids, or, in mother category number two is the failed pageant mom.
She was pretty…..once.
She won a few pageants….a long time ago.
She didn’t have the looks, talent, ability, take your pick, to go the distance and get any sort of crown as an adult. Their child will do it in their place no matter how much dignity you have to shed.
Its fairly pathetic.
I am once again in that fateful position of thinking that Karma is not pulling its weight.
Just once, in the mom interview portion, if just one of them could be struck by lightening, I would be good with it.
If the Pope, in his infinite wisdom, would dispatch some Vatican trained assassins to take a few out, I would be ok with that, too.
Something other than another season of this.
It lacks dignity. Any. Like a big sucking vacuum-like dignity void swirling around the ballroom of a midwestern Holiday Inn.
I hesitated at the thought of writing this one. I have been getting some serious whining and bitching over being too serious and not being funny.
Where do you go with this one?
An even better question is, once these poor little girls grow up in this pressured “looks are everything” environment, at what point do they turn against themselves and start destroying their lives? Late teens or early twenties?
That is a grim little picture of the future that makes the show a hit for everyone who does not have a kid on that show.
And the mothers on the show are just excited that they are getting so much attention. Which they are mistaking for fame.
Its morbid curiosity mixed with an even combo of anger and pity.
And it makes you worry about the future of these kids.
My next question is, at what point do these girls hate their mothers?
As much as the rest of us do?