I recently watched one of those human tragedy type shows where mothers (and reluctant fathers) put their daughters through the pageant experience at age 6, or whatever.  You know the ones I'm talking about, very JonBenet, where the little girls get tarted up with make-up and are made to sing and dance and get crowned for how cute they are.  The kind that reinforces that girls must be beautiful in order to count.

So.  I was watching this show the way one can't help but stare at the car wreck on...

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