Meat markets, flesh and beauties galore
Let's face it, beauty pageants and contests are no more than "meat markets"— the parading of the flesh so that eyes can pop out for an hour or so and judges can give us a useless, subjective view about the best girl in the show, and audiences bobbing their heads like as to say what crackers.
I know the question of the flesh is an old topic, and there are worse things other than criticizing beauty contests. But the fact is such contests are watched by millions of supposedly some of the most beautiful young women around the world.
We the audiences get the chance every year to drool in style at flesh in casual, evening wear and yumi, yumi, bikinis moving around on the studio set while judges make up their mind about who to choose and why. Isn't it really the luck of the draw.
It is fair to say, I think judges don't choose purely on beauty, but the girls have to be of certain height, and certain weight and of course character whatever that means, nice voice maybe, or is it the manner in which she says things.
I can't help but wonder as well about the weight thing: Are they going to carry every single contestant and put her on the scale as if she was a chicken or a leg of lamb? Roasted or fried, with sauce or without.
It’s a sad but true reflection on a society that has long come to accept the fact that a woman's body and flesh is no more than a voluptuous commodity to be traded and paraded.
As far as the opposite sex is concerned this is certainly not a politically correct world. Its business, and correctness does not come in it, it should but it doesn't.
If more people watch the contests its good for advertising. More businesses place their ads and there is a chance for making more money. It's like the more you watch, the more you buy and become of a good consumer.
And it can cynically be argued this is good for the economy, and who cares about cynicism, if legs, arms and beautiful faces induces booms and prosperity. After all, it’s a small human sacrifice for the good of all.