When I was a little girl, I loved watching televised beauty pageants, especially Miss Universe. My favourite moment ususally occurred in the final round. Once the contestants had paraded across the stage in ballgowns and bikinis then culled down to a select herd based on a mysterious criteria of accomplishments, victim narratives and dazzling smiles, th…
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