As usual, I tuned right in to the Miss Universe pageant last night. (It’s a work obligation, you see. All that national identity and gender and shiny dresses…). I swear, every year it seems a little bit shorter, a development for which I thought I would be grateful, except that this year shortening seemed to mean speeding up the national costume portion of event. No fair!
More to say on the costumes later, though to summarize: the Americas have arrived at some kind indigenous phase, the Balkans are still kooky, and Miss Thailand, who won for best constume, wore pants. Granted, they were Crouching Tiger Hidden Girlpower Fighting Pants, but still. Pants. Read the rest of this entry »
