One of the advantages of being home with a sick child is that I get to watch the extended version of the morning news, where they venture beyond weather (a source of near obsession in our house) , stocks, and traffic to . . . well, it's hard to call it news. Entertainment? Hell, yes.
This morning Donald Trump takes to the airways to straighten out everyone about Miss California's racy pics! You didn't think for a minute I would let this one go by, did you?
The Donald reports that he has reviewed the photographs. Very carefully! They are acceptable! They are fine! In many cases lovely!! And you know what really killed me? NO ONE WAS LAUGHING. How on earth is that possible? I was wiping tears from my eyes.
Thank you, Donald!
Next up, a few words from Carrie! Honestly, I haven't had this much fun since Sarah Palin. Clad in matching purple blouse and eyeshadow (LOTS of it), she commends Trump for defending her. Fine, not that there wasn't more than a little self-interest involved here. Next she moved on to "thank God." Right on. As if God took out time from his concern over Darfur to ensure that Carrie Prejean lives another day in the media to support "opposite marriage." Honestly, I've been cracking up ever since I heard that term. But you know, she may have a point. I once dated someone strangers thought was my brother. It did not work out. I married someone from a completely different gene pool who is in background and temperament nearly my polar opposite. Opposite marriage, you see. At eleven years, it's going just swimmingly. I had lunch with my high school homecoming date when I was home for Christmas, and he also married an opposite. Whereas my friend is a blond southern California boy, his husband is dark and foreign. They are both ridiculously handsome, but I'm sure it's the opposite business that makes it work for them.
Honestly, it's nearly been too much for me. Opposite marriage. Biblical correctness. Windy photoshoots.
But I wasn't laughing when I read that the California pageant paid for her breast implants because they wanted her to have confidence. Jeez. That just makes me sad. What a message to give to young girls.
Should she keep her crown? She shouldn't have had it in the first place. No one should. These pageants should not exist. Shut them down. After all, as The Donald pointed out, this is the twenty-first century. Haven't we come further than this?