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I can't stop watching Little Beauties.
Watching this show, I feel the same compulsion to look that I feel when I drive past a car accident. My moral fiber says, "Look away, you animal! Leave the victims their decency!", but the sick, sick voyeur in me says, "gotta look. GOTTA LOOK! Is there any blood on the pavement??!"
Tell me more, crazy pageant moms, tell me more! Show me how you visually sexualize your 8 year old!
...actually, I probably watch it more because, save for the swimsuit competition, Irish Dance competitions and beauty pageants are almost the same-- curly hair, spray tans, $2000 dresses, big extraneous trophies, overbearing mothers. Of course, we're Irish, so we drink while we do it, which almost makes it allowable.
let's see...
uh... yeah. I can't tell which is which, either.
Watching this show, I feel the same compulsion to look that I feel when I drive past a car accident. My moral fiber says, "Look away, you animal! Leave the victims their decency!", but the sick, sick voyeur in me says, "gotta look. GOTTA LOOK! Is there any blood on the pavement??!"
Tell me more, crazy pageant moms, tell me more! Show me how you visually sexualize your 8 year old!
...actually, I probably watch it more because, save for the swimsuit competition, Irish Dance competitions and beauty pageants are almost the same-- curly hair, spray tans, $2000 dresses, big extraneous trophies, overbearing mothers. Of course, we're Irish, so we drink while we do it, which almost makes it allowable.
let's see...
uh... yeah. I can't tell which is which, either.
