A Pompous Display

I watched the opening of Miss America 2018 planning just to (blog) count the number of blond heads, it seems this year to have been some sort of record, became clear that the number would be too numerous to count, kinda like female journalistic contributors on television, settled instead to count those that are not, coming up with only three or four, these days of faddish heir dying who can tell if that number is even correct, dark dyed hair, is reserved for the one’s now in their nineties no longer competing, some in their sixties still are, no matter the hair color, a cookie cutter of body shapes was configurated to ensure uniformity a long time ago. Where did these ladies learn how to walk on beach sand in heels in a bathing suit, they didn’t? Whenever I hear the phrase ‘evening wear’ I can’t help wanting to see them carrying a torch to illuminate their way across the stage just like in that television commercial panning the fashions of the old Soviet Union. As for talent, few can doubt what it must take to compete for years in judging pageants. And now a question from the judges; who were Ernest & Young? They were the juggling act that opened for Molly and her Penguins when they all appeared on the same bill in Atlantic City in 1932. And the crowning winner this year is Miss Irma Harvey of 2017…