This past Sunday night my husband asked me to watch Miss USA with him.
If that doesn’t make you giggle you aren’t thinking about it correctly 🙂
Now Marcus is NOT a big TV fan, and reality shows or competition shows? Please!
Not. His. Thing.
But, Miss Missouri (who was totally robbed!) is from Marc’s hometown, High Hill.
(And we are all super proud of her!)
Of course being the wise woman I am, I totally knew I was supposed to describe each woman’s flaws…
“She’s looks like big bird.”
“She has so much fake tan she’s orange.”
“Her hair looks like Al Sharptons.”
“Her neck is SOOOO fat.”
Sigh. But I have this little quirk of ethics that insists I stay as accurate as i can and give opinions as honest as possible to the man I said, “I do” to. So yes, they were all freakishly gorgeous, blah, blah, blah. (But that one did have a fat neck – come on – give me something to work with!)
Anyway. It’s easy to start feeling self conscious and… Ugly… Watching dozens of the Nations most perfect women glide across the stage. Even more when you are verbalizing each stunning (and sickening!!) attribute. 😉
And then of course they do the Q and A segment. And gorgeous didn’t matter so much cause for a few moments I felt abso-freaking-lutely brilliant. BRILLIANT I tell you!
Ahh, the magic of perspective!
Like last week when on a flight to Memphis I sat in a seat that for some totally inconceivable reason had the longest seat belt known to exist.
No exaggeration, I buckled it up and had enough room to hold the “tail” end up to the flight attendant call light. I could have stood up in the thing! And even knowing it was an absurdly ridiculous mistake – I still felt skinny.
Sooooo… the glass is half full, the glass is half empty… Both have their advantages.
For now I’m going to stop trying so hard to figure out what it’s supposed to be – and be glad for what is.