JUST got around to watching the T&T season finale from... 2 months ago. No, I didn't spontaneously get a life, I just got obsessed with something else for 2 months. Anyway!

In addition to being one step away from shopping cart lady-crazy, pageant directors are also GIANT HAM SANDWICHES. Big fake smile after every sentence! eeeeee*!

*eeeeee! is the sound her teeth make.

Speaking of giant ham sandwiches



Okay, that was mean. BUT. If you have such a wide... boobular area, why on earth would you wear something that shows it off like that? She might as well wear a sign saying WIDE FRONT LOAD.

I loved the little girl saying "crophy." That was adorable. It's a crown-trophy, a trophy you can wear on your head!

But what was up with the 7-year old who didn't know how the crowning thing works? I could see a 4-year old not getting it, but 7? Hasn't she been in like, a million pageants by age 7, and she still doesn't know you don't want to be called for queen? I mean, it's stupid, and quite frankly I hate that I know it, but you think she'd know it by now.

Fresh Face Supreme sounds like something served at Cannibal Taco Bell. I'd like extra guacamole on my face, please! And it better be fresh, not like those day old tomatoes.

The highest title was called ULTIMATE MEGA SUPREME. Really? You need an ultimate AND a mega in there? I think we're just stringing words together now, folks. It's the ULTIMATE MEGA UBER EPIC... RUSSIAN ORTHODOX BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL TASTES GREAT LESS FILLING TRIPLE BLADE ACTION... BACONATOR... supreme.

Also watched the finales of Cheer Perfection and Here Comes Honey Boo Boo. yup. Right after I cured cancer and made peace in the middle east, I mean. You gotta have your priorities in life. *nod*

FAITHLYN??

I'm not sure which is worse, that unholy abomination of a name or her foul-mouthed bitchface Barbie of a coach.

Aww yeah, T&T is back!!

Bleh. BLEH! I am having a perfectly awful night and I feel like ripping some pageant moms a new one. Let's see what I can find!

...ok, I just did something completely fucking ridiculous. There was an episode I really wanted to see and it wasn't on free ANYWHERE so I BOUGHT it. I feel dirty, like I've taken a first step down a dark, dark path. This is some kind of gateway drug isn't it? I NEEDS MY FIX! Soon I'll be buying flippers and glitz dresses by the kilo and parading around the room for my cat but it won't be enough, no, I can't stop til I have the CRO-OWN! Dear God help me. Help meee...

Hey, I had a bad day, it was only 1.99, and it's just this one time. JUST THIS ONE TIME. Oh god, that's what all the methface people say too... *sobs*





















Really, which one is scarier? Think I'm gonna have to call this a tie.

P.S. I made an awesome new list of PAGEANT TAGS! Now I've gotta stick 'em in all of my T&T posts.

Dear Prospective Parents,

If you name your son Maverick, I hate you. I don't care if you cure cancer, nurse an injured baby bird back to health and bicycle to Africa to feed starving children while hitting two home runs for the Red Sox (simultaneously) - I HATE YOU. Do you see what I'm saying here? Good. Ditto Hunter, Tanner, Pistol, Bristol*, Dakota, Wyoming, Outlaw, Shotgun, Palomino, Dry Gulch, Saddle Rash, Assless Chaps, or anything else that says, "I pretend I live in the Wild West instead of a soulless subdivision in Houston."

*Okay, Bristol has nothing to do with the old west, it's just a dumb made up name. And I can't say I'm surprised Sarah Palin was on the cutting edge of self-indulgent name fuckery. She's got "pageant mom" written all over her.

Actually, +1 if you name your kid Assless Chaps.
However, -1 times infinity with a backflip if you name your daughter any of the above names. "This is my little girl, Shotgun SueAnn Larue..." Actually wait, that's awesome. Excuse me, I need to have a conversation with my fiance re: baby names. Boy, is he gonna be surprised!

Shotgun Sue's awesomeness aside, I REALLY dislike those unisex last-names-as-first-names like "Chase" and "Payton" and "Reagan" and "Parker" and "Morgan." Seriously, are you trying to name a kid or a bank? If your family reunion reads like the minutes of a boardroom meeting, YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG. Yuppies who do this need to be punched in the face constantly. However, when you find something like CHASE FOSTER REAGAN WINSLOW and he lives in a trailer in Cudchew City, Arkansas, that is pure comedy gold. Nice try, folks! You almost had us convinced you live in a double wide! And you know he has a toothless grampy somewhere who insists on calling him "Jimbo" anyway.

So yeah... don't name your kid Maverick. It's douchey. If you wanted to live on a ranch that bad, you should have married a cowboy instead of a Dodge dealer in a Stetson.

... don't name your kid Stetson either. Or Dodge. MY GOD DO I HAVE TO COME IN THERE AND SMACK YOU PEOPLE.

"I'm pretty when I'm all glitzed up," 11-year old Chelsea says matter of factly. No honey, here on planet earth you're pretty right now. Planet Glitz is a stupid place. Geez, she's not even a teenager yet. No wonder young girls are so screwed up. And it isn't just this glitz crap that tells them they aren't pretty enough, it comes from all sides. It's ridiculous. I'm not particularly feminist, I like the soft, old-fashioned ideal of femininity rather than this modern aggressive stuff, but that crap really burns my bra.

I guess I'll look on the bright side that mom named her Chelsea instead of Chelci or Czelsi...slovakia or something. Perhaps there is hope!

One of the contestants in this one, Arianna, is from Mount Morris, PA, which is hilarious because I used to live there. She's a total hick, which is pretty much the only option in Mount Morris. The town has one stoplight (I think?), a post office, and a small family of rabbits. Arianna gleefully recounts how much she loves hunting, especially gutting deer. She describes in loving detail how she cuts off each individual deer part. She's four. Damn, I better stop before I start feeling nostalgic.

Her grandma, the self-described "huntress," takes her to pageants. Grandma has a mullet. That sentence pretty much sums up everything you need to know about Mount Morris.

MAKYNLI? Okay, you people aren't even trying to make things that sound like names anymore. Makynli is not a name, it's a weird hybrid apple from New Zealand. We're in monkeys with typewriters territory now. I am disappointed. :(






















"Mommy, who's been eating all my bananas? And what's that incessant tapping sound?"

Nine months later: her baby sister is born! Her name is... oh crap, Madison again? Et tu, monkeys? ET TU?? :(

Love,
Diva LaRue <------- THIS IS MY PAGEANT NAME DO YOU LIKE IT?

From the ridiculous to the... oh, let's just go with sublime. That's right, it's Toddlers and Tiaras time!

Ah, the Storybook Pageant. Brings to mind all the wholesomeness and innocence of childhood... that is completely missing from child beauty pageants. Let's begin how all fairytales begin. Once upon a time...

... there was a crazy lady who said, "behind every great pageant kid is a great pageant mom!" Oh yeah, you know you're in for it now. You can actually see the demons circling this lady's head. She has my name, which makes me sad. Her daughter is named Carly. Holy FUCK, a normal name for once. I would have pegged this lady as a prime candidate for self-indulgent made-up name fuckery. However, Carly has a pageant alter-ego named Darla. Carly is cute and totally brainwashed by Demon Mom and is possibly developing multiple personality disorder. I kind of want to kidnap her to a land far far away. :/

... there was also another kinda crazy lady, and some frozen embryos who became pageant kids. Or something. She may not actually be crazy, but I'm getting a serious Praise-the-Lord-creepy-televangelist-wife-who-secretly-reads-trashy-romance-novels vibe here.





















Remember, God loves you, and we take Paypal!

Before I mock this woman any further for her giant hair and gianter earrings and sort of general oddness, she's kind of awesome... in her odd, odd way. She doesn't want to spend $1800 on a pageant dress because it makes her think of all the hungry children that could feed. YES. THIS IS WHAT I'M SAYING. I don't care if it's coming from some weird televangelist place, she's totally right. So rock on Tammy Faye!















Actually she looks more like this lady. At least, I think that's a lady. Televangelist wives, drag queens = EXACT SAME LOOK. Ponder that as we move on.

Unfortunately, Tammy Faye's frugalness in the name of starving children leads to some unfortunate fashion choices. Apparently her idea of full glitz is FULL SCARLETT O'HARA HOOP SKIRT FROM HELL. One of the judges actually makes a PBBBBBBBT sound. Poor girl.

Fiddle-dee-dee! Mom's been making dresses out of curtains again!





















After... a unicorn puked a strawberry slurpee on a wedding cake? After... 7 shots this thing actually looks better? What, I give up.

From the "things you would only hear at a pageant" department:

"Heavenly father, please let her do her best. And let this party popper go off." Aha, we have a "pray over EVERYTHING" lady. I knew it! Unfortunately, the party popper was a party pooper (HAHAHAHAHA) and didn't go off, rendering the prop genie bottle smokeless and impotent. Score another pageant win for SATAN!*

Okay, I've mocked these poor people enough. This girl is so sweet, she bravely endures the mom-imposed hoop skirt and horrible makeup and Harlequin romance novel name (ALLESSANDRA! Sounds like someone about to get ravished by Fabio). When she is cruelly betrayed by the Lord re: party popper, she goes on with her routine like a trooper. And the best part? Televangelist mom shows she is an actual human being and says, "You did an incredibly awesome job. It doesn't matter if you get anything." You can tell she means it. Crowning time, and Allessandra has to stand way the fuck off at the end of the stage because her GIANT DRESS takes up so much room. She comes in 4th. Mom hugs her and says, "you did great." They win my coveted "Best Attitude" award. Seriously though... send the hoop skirt back to Tara and give the poor girl a chance at least!

*I am much more inclined to believe Satan hangs out at beauty pageants than the Good Lord. You know half these people would sell their souls for the Ultimate Grand Supreme (the other half already sold them so their favorite NASCAR driver would win). It's like a Country Kitchen Buffet of souls in there. Besides, God is way too busy helping the local football team score touchdowns.

Meanwhile, in another part of our enchanted, er, auditorium somewhere in Pennsylvania, things are not so peaceful. The wrath of the Demon Mom can be heard over the bustle of the crowd and the hum of the elevators and possibly from the nearest low-flying airplane. "YOU WENT TOO FAST! THAT WAS YOUR BEAUTY, MAGGOT! DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY!" "But mom... I'm four... I can't even tie my shoelaces yet..." "SHUSH! You're gonna have to STEP IT UP, YOU HEAR ME MAGGOT?" Mom stalks down the hall angrily, and the demons left in her wake say fuck it, I'm going out for a smoke, this lady is crazy. The little girl nods slowly, and with the sinking realization this is the only mom she's got, forever, plods after her. Ah... the Storybook Pageant.

Judge: "I would much rather the child look at me and not do as well than look at the mom coaching them from the audience. That's... really annoying."















I don't know what you're talking about...















What could possibly be annoying about having this flagellating bugwit behind you?

"WHY DID YOU RIP YOUR EYELASHES OFF ONSTAGE!" Demon Mom erupts as she yanks her daughter away from the witnesses, I mean audience. Um, because I'm four and you made me wear FAKE EYELASHES? Mom is just a barely controlled ball of rage at this point. She looks like she's about to huff and puff and blow this joint down. The storybook theme is finally starting to make sense.

The third girl on the show had a cold. She should have been home in bed. Instead, she wins my coveted stupidest made-up name award, from the "named after a random city" division: Berkeley! Her parents seemed pretty normal too. I guess you never know when or where Stupid Naming Syndrome will strike. Kind of like venereal disease.

Anyway! Despite Mom's public display of douchery, Carly wins Ultimate Burrito Supreme with Extra Cheese. I'm happy for her. Her mom sucks. As Carly accepts her crown, mom yells "I love you!" Oh, mom. The time to say that is before she wins. Now she's gonna grow up thinking love is conditional upon winning crowns. I see some very twisted shit in this kid's future. Chalk up another psychological disorder to Demon Mom.

"Maybe we shouldn't be so critical," she concludes philosophically. By "we" she means "I," and she doesn't really mean it. "We don't have big egos," she says. "We always strive to do better." Awesome, way to justify child abuse: "I'm just very humble, that's why I yell at my daughter all day!" She's a patron of virtue, you see. And who is this "we" she keeps referring to? Carly is four. She's playing with a piece of string. Her main objective for entering the pageant was getting "a kitty." I guess she's referring to the small family of demons that live in her head. They also tell her to burn things.

Man, I hope there's no such thing as Pretty Kitty pageants... RUUUN KITTY RUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!

I am now caught up on all the past episodes of T&T I had missed. In honor of my commitment to... being lazy and watching trashy tv, here's a roundup of things I forgot to mention.

1. The "Princess" crowns. I HATE them. I almost don't blame the contestants who get mad and throw them on the floor. Not because they lost, but because they have to pretend they don't know they lost and accept the dog show crown like they just won something amazing. You know they lost, they know they lost, even the dog knows they lost. So basically it's a system of announcing who lost, and then crowning them with the loser crown in front of everyone. What, you think they want a memento so they can relive the moment forever? (60 years later... "Ahh... the day I came in 6th at the Little Miss Poodle Puff pageant. I shall treasure it always." Madison* smiles fondly and places the crown back in her safe, next to the gold bars and her will.)

If I didn't win I'd rather just stand in the back smiling and clapping for the winner than be recognized for my losingness. Gimme some candy after the pageant for a consolation prize, not some fako title!

*Just think, in 60 years there will be hordes of Madisons and Jadens and Braylees rockin' out the early bird special buffet from Tuscon to Tupelo.















Old Country Buffet: Go Glitz or Go Home. And go to bed before 7PM.

2. Parents who wear their child's face airbrushed on their shirt. Seriously, it is creepy to have anyone's face peering out from your chest, let alone your own child. And if you're the size of most of these pageant moms... are you aware you're distorting your child's head into a funhouse mirror of horrors? Are you aware they haunt my nightmares, misshapen and chasing me with a spray tanner? No, no, I don't think you are. *sobs*





















I swear, I didn't pick the Inbred Twin Parents on purpose. They were just there! I guess those are his "special occasion" overalls.

3. Last but not least... the Pageant Mom Spastic Monkey Dance. STOP THIS AT ONCE. You are not helping little Kayden remember when to smile and when to turn and when to shake her butt at the judges, you are TRAUMATIZING HER FOR LIFE. The person behind you cannot stop staring at your undulating ass with a mix of fear and awe. There are so many parts flying around, the prospect of someone getting an eye put out is no longer a vague warning but an immediate threat. For the love of God, sit that thing down, chill the fuck out and just enjoy watching your kid.














There are not enough support garments in the world for this shit.

New episode tomorrow! Woohoo!!

The Rumble in the Jungle!

We open with a gaggle o' pissed pageant moms spouting what appears to be sour grapes. My daughter didn't win the CRO-OWN! It must be FIXED! (In the pageant world, the word "crown" has about 17 syllables. I can't possibly do it justice.) This one's gonna be like shootin' fish in a barrel. Which considering it's Kentucky, might be part of the talent competition.

"I's just like a boxing competition," the pageant director says, "but pageant style!" Who are you kidding, those prize belts are way glitzier than your cro-owns. "To win this pageant, you better have makeup, a tan, a flipper, a wig... a prosthetic leg..." Ok, I might have made one of those up. But in other words: WE DON'T WANT TO SEE ONE INCH OF YOUR ACTUAL CHILD. LEAVE THAT SHIT AT HOME. "In Kentucky," she continues, "we breed pageant children from fetus!" You heard it folks, crowns begin at conception. Also, eww. Kentucky is now officially creepier than Texas.

This thing is being billed as the World Championship... of pageants, I guess? I'm not sure what this means, but I'm guessing it has about as much merit as one of boxing's 700 "world championships." Also the world championship of anything does not take place in Kentucky, except possibly Distance Spitting.

Ooh it's EDEN WOOD. She's famous for being in pageants. Which is kind of like being famous for eating lots of hot dogs.



















Dear God I think it just took my soul.

Seriously, this girl is adorable natural but WTF IS THAT IT IS NOT HUMAN. :/















There, that's better.

Her mother has the Blow-up Pageant Mom expression down to a tee. I'm not really sure how people like this happen.




















"OMG do you know how much MONEY I've spent on PAGEANTS?" No, I don't, but I'm sure you're gonna tell us. ("At least 100,000 dollars!" She gushes. HOMELESS CATS. Fuck you.)

The pageant director is EDEN WOOD'S talent agent. Ah, this must be the source of the UNFAIRNESS! She does seem to confer with the judges a lot, and she's got a slick look I don't trust. RELEASE THE ANGRY PAGEANT MOMS! Oh wait, time to prance around in cheetah outfits first*.

This is our emcee. He has a thing in the middle of his head.





















I'm not really sure what this guy is supposed to be, so I'm going with "balding triceratops."

As the pageant goes on, I must grudgingly admit the sour grapey moms have a point. The whole thing does seem set up around Eden, who, surprise surprise, wins the Fiesta Grand Supreme con Carne. Her mother is... unskilled in the art of winning graciously. It's time to teach little Eden a valuable lesson about sportsmanship: it's for LOSERS, SUCKA! She proceeds to run laps around the room, bleating like a wounded hyena, demanding high fives and spiking the football all over the endzone. I throw a flag for excessive celebration, and weep for this little girl's future.



















YES! Ultimate Grand Supreme!

Some of the non-Eden moms just roll their eyes like LOLZ. Some of them look murderous, like they're sitting on a very hot and angry egg. I'm expecting shotguns will be drawn any moment. It's Kentucky, so this is pretty much a statistical probability.

Stupid names of the pageant: Karsyn and Caydence. These people seriously need to stop breeding, or the next generation is gonna have names like Sshryewr and Zxhdgrtp.

*No cheetahs were harmed in the making of this episode. Last I saw of tacky pageant mom, she was being run out of town by a mud-splattered pickup no one could quite identify. (This scene works better if you play bluegrass music in your head.) Little Eden was given to a family of friendly chimpanzees. She seems happy.

"When she grows up she wants to be an octopus or a photographer!"

I can't mock this. I can't! It's too awesome. It's usually something like "her favorite color is pink and her favorite food is pizza!" Which is like saying, "her favorite thing to breathe is oxygen!" So rock on, octopus girl.

Dare I say... I kinda liked this episode? Octopus girl was totally cute and sweet and the little girl who wanted to be tanned 10 times to look like Beyonce was adorable. It was so genuine and sweet, I kinda laughed and went "aww." Damn, I must be going soft.

This was a different kind of episode though. The 2 girls were natural and likable and the parents actually treated them like, you know, children they love instead of commodities. The 3rd girl was cute but reeeeally awful, and ended up winning Queen of her division for doing absolutely nothing. I can't imagine how bad the other kids were, we must be talking barfing or tinkling on stage territory here. Or maybe they award extra points for having stupid made up names? ("BAYLEN." Bleurgh. That would really explain a lot though...) Well I have nothing else bad to say about this one. Emerald and Allison won me over by being non-fako and actually enjoying themselves. I could grow to like beauty pageants...

GAH! THEY ALMOST GOT ME! I NEED A PURPLE PONY INFUSION, STAT.




Whew, I feel better now. Oh here we go, next episode... screaming child, check, pageant mom livid over screaming child's prospect of NO CROWN, check, moms accusing the pageant of being UNFAIR, check! WE HAVE A WINNER! I HAVE POTATO CHIPS! Let's rock it.

OMG... these people are dyeing a horse in the middle of their living room. A horse! They're dyeing it purple! In their living room! And blow drying it! "We treat him like a member of the family," the insane Georgia-betwanged mom tells us. And I'm sure she's right. This woman probably dyes her family purple on a regular basis.
















You laugh, but he looks just like Mr. Ed without his makeup.

And I thought Judge "the trophy is somewhere in my pants, see if you can find it" was gonna be the creepiest thing I saw tonight. Damn you, Toddlers and Tiaras! I mean bless you... bless you Toddlers and Tiaras, for the cornucopia of "you can't make this shit up." My cup runneth over.














Unfortunately, he just runnethed over too. I hope they sanitize the chairs between pageants.


Insane mom: We had to stop doing local pageants cause kids with cancer kept winning. I don't think we'll have those problems at a glitz pageant.

Translation: Glitz people are soulless douchebags. I'll fit right in.

And you know mom, you've gotta go all out to win pageants. If you really love your little Madison (guessing here, but they're all named Madison), forget the flipper and the John Boehner tan and give her the ultimate pageant weapon: CANCER! What better way to say, "I'll do ANYTHING to make my daughter win."

Dad: I try to support all my daughters on whatever they do. It costs a lot, it costs a lot just like maintainin' a car. You keep oil in it, you keep diamonds on the dress. *chuckles* (this guy is either the most good-natured, tolerant guy on earth or is about to crack and go on a murderous rampage across Texas)

Mom, to 3 year old wearing her glitz dress/flotation device: You're gonna sparkle, sparkle, sparkle!

Little girl: *picks her nose*

Other mom, after daughter places 4th runner up or something (the Neptune of the pageant world): "I don't want Hailey to feel she needs to be judged on her beauty." What exactly did you think was gonna happen at a beauty pageant, Mom? Holding hands in a circle and singing Kumbaya? Oh I get it... it's okay for her to be judged on her beauty if she wins. Otherwise it's a bad old mean nasty beauty pageant, and probably rigged too! By the Chinese! *storms out in a huff of glitter and indignation*

Glitter and Indignation would be a great name for a drag show. Just sayin'.

So this pageant featured a 10,000 dollar prize, and allowed 20 year old women to enter. This pageant also featured what seemed to be a very horny judge drooling over said 20 year olds. You can probably see where this is going... 10,000 dollars, horny judge... yup, a 20 year old blonde Amazon won Burrito Supreme with Guacamole.

I actually felt bad for the little "divas." I woulda been pissed too! I'm glad the little rich girl with the indoor water slide didn't win though. Rich people hoarding more money pisses me right off. If I was rich and won $10,000 I would donate it all to homeless cats, immediately. What else do I need, fancy wheels for my second fucking Lexus? HOMELESS CATS, PEOPLE. Anyway.

They showed the judges discussing the contestants and this dude, who was seriously sweating like a perv, gushes "I was particularly impressed with the 18 and up, there were some beautiful women there" *drools* "Maybe one of them will walk home with the crown heh heh heh" *sweaty sex offender laugh* "The one who offers to make nice with the Little Judge, if you know what I mean, heh heh heh." Okay he didn't actually say that. But it was implied, I swear! Maybe I'm wrong and he was just a normal gay pageant dude with a gland problem. But... HE DIDN'T SEEM GAY. HE SEEMED CREEPY. I guess the best thing to say for him is at least he wasn't sweating and drooling over the six year olds. And when that's the best thing you can say, it's really just time to move on.

SARYNITI NOW!

Conservative Christian mom. Daughter named Saryniti, pronounced "serenity." Lord, if there was ever a time to bring on some good old-fashioned liberals-in-a-hurricane Michele Bachmann-style lightning bolt smiting, THIS IS IT. Not the innocent little girl of course, the wretched mother who thinks naming her kid something really stupid and then giving it a KRAYZEE SPELLING to boot is an AWESOME IDEA. I'm sure she prayed on it, long and hard.

"Dear God, what is a good name for my sweet baby girl? I ask for your holy guidance in this time of need.*" "Well," God says, "Sarah is a lovely name. How about Rachel, or Rebecca? Of course Mary is a personal favorite of mine." *hearty God chuckle* "Oh thank you Lord, I'm gonna ---" BZZZZZZT! "Nooooo, my child, you must name her Serenity, as in the feeling you get when you pray to er... me. And here's the really KOOKY part, you're gonna spell it like no one would ever expect - SARYNITI! And when people see it they'll think, what a nitwi - I mean, what a FUN lady she is, I'm gonna go convert right now! Isn't that a hoot? MUAHAH... *cough* I mean, go in peace my child. Praise my holy name. Peace out."

The woman looks up, confused. "...Satan? Is that you? Get thee out, foul demon of Hell!"

"Nope, it's totally me, God the Almighty. Look, I just made a kitten." A kitten appears. It is white and fluffy and adorable and totally not evil. "Now would Satan make a kitten? Come on!"

"Oh Lord, praise you, praise you!" The woman falls to her knees in rapture, nearly crushing the annoyed kitten. "I'm gonna name her Fluffi with an "i" to make her special!"

"That's my girl... that's my girl..." A low evil laugh is heard, and then fades away. The woman is too busy speaking in tongues and scaring the shit out of the cat to hear. Fluffi gets mad. You will not like Fluffi when she is mad. Fluffi's eyes turn a brilliant shade of red and she lets out an unearthly yowl and claws the woman's eyes out. The end!

There you go, my first ever Toddlers and Tiaras fanfic. I am so proud. That shit is inspiring, yo.

*she also prays for holy guidance over which brand of toothpaste to buy, what to make for dinner, and whether it's cool to put her little girl in beauty pageants (the last one is actually true, She also prays over each individual outfit to make sure it's certified Holy Pageant Wear). And surprise surprise, God LOVES pageants! That rainbow-tutu-skirt-thing, 100% Yahweh approved! Ok, kudos to the mom for not dressing her in hooker clothes. Awesome show of restraint... I guess? But GAWD, the extremes of this country. It's either putting thigh high vinyl boots on 4 year olds or praying over which way to put the toilet paper on the roll. CAN WE HAVE ANOTHER OPTION PLEASE? WHERE IS THE SWEET SWEET VALLEY OF SANITY?

I also get the feeling for these people "pray on it" means "kneel until I come to the conclusion that God wants the same thing I want." I like sane religious people. I really do. I am totally down with The Big Guy. But these people... just once I'd like to see them get a *hard* answer from prayer. One that actually contradicts their ridiculousness. Then I'd feel they were really talking to God instead of themselves. But since they think they're always right simply by *being* conservative Christians, that kinda takes God out of the picture. "I wasn't sure if cheating on my husband with the Domino's delivery guy was a good idea, but I prayed on it and God told me it was the right thing to do! Now I know what an orgasm is. Praise Jesus!" Boy, God sure seems to know exactly what you want to hear - it's almost as if you were listening to your own thoughts. But that would be preposterous.

God is listening - even to crackpots who pray over everything - but all they're listening to is that high-pitched buzzing sound in the back of their head (no, not Sarah Palin. The other one.)

Also - what is the deal with all the people (we'll call them "handlers") who orbit the pageant world being called "Miss (first name)?" There's Miss Lisa the dance teacher and Miss Tiffani the personal-coach-whatever-the-fuck-that-means and Miss Jackie the hair poofer and and Miss Lori the fake orange tanner (John Boehner actually got his start doing pageants - little known fact!) and in one rather disturbing instance, Mr. Todd. (He was the host. He liked glitz! He may or may not have been wearing a sequined vest, but when I remember him - AND I WILL - he will be wearing one.)

So, is this some kind of southern thing? Or is it how pageant people identify each other, like a code? "The crow flies at midnight." "London is foggy this time of year." "Hi, I'm Miss Debbie!" "My daughter Lynzee won ultimate grand supreme at the Rodeo Princess pageant!" (Okay, that only sounded like stupid spy code. Those are actually real things. But I think I'm on to something!)

Still hungry for Taco Bell... so hungry. *slips into coma*

Cealy... CEALY???

Okay, let's just stop right here and back this bus up. Parents: do not name your child after your MATTRESS, or anything else found on your bed. The last thing your little princess needs to be reminded of her whole life is WHAT SHE WAS CONCEIVED ON. That conjures up all kinds of images that, believe me, she DOES NOT WANT. This makes naming her after your favorite drink or car seem downright sensible, like calling her Mary.*

On top of that, her friend was named Salee. ...Yeah. What? Maybe her mother really enjoys the Sears annual white sale, and inspiration struck among the half-off towels? I just... I don't even know anymore.

So this blog appears to be about Toddlers and Tiaras now. It's just so DELIGHTFULLY HORRIFYING. I haven't enjoyed myself this much in years. Well okay, I enjoyed myself a bit more when my sweetie came to visit, but I knew he was leaving again! T&T is always right here, close enough to smell the hairspray and desperation.

*Available Fall 2011: The Toyota Mary! Comes with standard air, power windows, rosary beads, dashboard Jesus and pro-life bumper sticker.

No CL hunt. No boy. Bored. Lonely. Catching up on the episodes of Toddlers and Tiaras I missed this season because NONE OF THE PEOPLE I DON'T ACTUALLY KNOW TOLD ME A NEW SEASON HAD STARTED. Err. Perhaps therein lies the problem. Anyway, I have a feeling I might like other "fans" of this show, mostly because I don't believe anyone watches this show seriously. I refuse to believe it. At least with Hoarders you kinda feel bad for the people as you gawk mercilessly at them, but these people... they're like clowns that are actually funny. I love them. This show is totally what's been missing in my life.

Yes, that speaks volumes more about my life than anything else. MOVE ALONG, NOTHING TO SEE HERE.

One thing I have noticed about this show: almost all the moms have perma wide-eyed and open-mouthed stares, kinda like...


Coincidence?? It's as though they're in a perpetual state of offering a blowjob for another $3000 "glitz" dress from their long-suffering hubbies. All I will say about that is they probably deserve one, though they married Suzy Stuffums in the first place so who the hell knows.

Also? Whenever someone mentions "grand supreme" I get really, really hungry for Taco Bell. Since I usually watch the show late at night, not fair. Not fair to name your cheesy pageant title after a delicious cheesy burrito when I cannot have one! And don't even get me started on "ultimate grand supreme." I think that one involves guacamole. *wibble*

Yes, I made a silly post about beauty pageant names on the 10th anniversary of 9/11. This was not deliberate, but not really undeliberate either. You can't swing a dead rat without hitting someone talking about 9/11. So, why not lighten the mood a little?

Also, that was pretty much my favorite post ever.

I forgot to mention the pageant mom with the t-shirt stating "I love Jesus... and bling too!" Cause y'know, Jesus was all about the bling. He even had rhinestone sandals he brought out for those special occasions. How else do you think he walked on water? Divine power? Nope, all about the bling baby! Sadly, his bedazzled robes were never accurately described and thus lost to history. I heard they had badass dragons on them, though.

Of course he had to give them all away to the poor to ascend back into heaven, which is why he wore a crown of thorns instead of his usual tiara. TRUE FACTS.

I believe this was the same pageant mom who dressed her little girl up in hooker boots and named her Paisley. Doesn't life just make sense now? I can hardly wait for her little sister Plaid's stirring scene from Leaving Las Vegas at the next Little Miss Mommy Pimps Me out to 50-Year Old Judges to Fill the Empty Void in Her Soul Pageant.* It's the PERFECT STORM... of awful.

*the pride of Shitcreek, South Carolina for over 30 years! Enjoy its sister pageant, Little Miss Daddy Drinks to Forget, in historic Tugnut, Texas.

Two things that make me happy, and one thing that fills me with senseless rage.

I watch the show Toddlers and Tiaras, as it's the most awesome mix of horrifying and entertaining since Hoarders. We're gonna bypass the fact that moms dress their 4-year old daughters in Pretty Woman hooker wear and Dolly Parton fake boobs - not because it isn't OMGWTFHEADEXPLODETASTIC, but because there's probably someone else out there outraged about it at this very moment, and I strive for original outrage. So today I am outraged over DUMBASS HICK PARENTS WHO GIVE THEIR CHILDREN NON-NAMES.

Watch Toddlers and Tiaras and you'll find an endless parade of little girls named Madison, Makayla, Jadelyn, Payton, Rylee, Kaelin, Ashlynn, Brooklyn (where's her sister, Bronx?), Morgan, Sparkle, Kianah, Hadyn, Baileigh, Queen, Paisley, and... I dunno, Argyle? Kahlua? Midori Sour on the Rocks with a Twist of Lime?

Sadly, very few of those sprung from my fertile imagination (and the last one was my drink order... make it a double!) I also expect to see a little girl named Argyle VERY SOON - do not let me down dumbass hick parents of America! I mean... please don't name your children dumb shit like Paisley and Argyle. Yeah. (Sorry, I got momentarily caught up in Schadenfreude.)

Real names are things like Elizabeth (not Alyzabethe), Abigail (not Abbagayle), Sarah (not Serrah), or Rebecca (not Rabbekkah). Do not give your children unnecessary letters like you are naming a Ye Olde English Shoppe. Do not name your children after your favorite alcoholic beverage, fabric, fruit, street sign, city, or car. (I am astounded there is no "Camry" yet. ASTOUNDED. Or pardon me, "Camreigh." Gotta Ye Olde Englishe that shit up!)

Or at least be authentic about it. Instead of trying to sound all unique and highfalutin' by naming your child Madison (like Madison Avenue, I get it!! You must be from New York City instead of East Twittlefuck, Kentucky*!!) Sterling Queen the IV, let your white trash freak flag fly and name her Pabst Blue Ribbon. After all, you might as well give tribute to what caused dear JadieLynn SparkleBrite's conception in the first place. Sounds like a ready made pageant winner to me! Just add wig, boobs and hooker boots, and maybe a cigarette so she looks *extra* sophisticated.

God I love that show.

Sincerely,
Maellissah's Ye Olde Cigare Shoppe and Gentleman's Clubbe.

Now that the horrid untraditional names are out of the way, here's something I love: the colorful plastic barrettes I had when I was a little girl are still sold!! I saw some in Target the other day and I was all OMGNOSTALGIAFACE! I almost bought some. Not to wear, more as a... talisman? I love when things I love don't change. Even though they'll be worn by a generation of Jadyns and Ashlees, I still love them. They deserve better. I hope my future Abigail enjoys them as much as her mommy did. http://www.totallyfashiontrendy.com/v/vspfiles/assets/images/000%20bh%2050%20036.jpg <------ small happy piece of my childhood right there!

Second, completely random thing I love: Autumn! I love Harvest Moons. I love the phrase "Harvest Moon." I love this picture of a Harvest Moon http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harvest_moon. I love pumpkins and apples and Halloween and hayrides and corn mazes and drinking hot cider in the evening with a slight nip in the air, the kind of air that smells vaguely of wood smoke. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT AUTUMN. I might even consider naming my child "Autumn." I know I know, naming a child after a season is one step away from naming her after booze or a sock pattern, but DAMMIT! SO PRETTY! I would refrain from calling her Autumn Apple, or Autumn Hayride. (On a side note, those are some damn fine names for seasonal beers. USE THEM!) Okay okay, I will stick with Abigail and let my love for Autumn speak for itself. Paisley lovers, take note: I heard there's a sale on socks somewhere. Step away from the baby before you do something drastic!!

Love,
AutumnLeigh SparkleeSpice HarvestMoon,
2011 Lil Miss Deep Fried Turkey Leg
(And do not tell me there isn't a pageant somewhere in the south called Lil Miss Deep Fried Turkey Leg. You KNOW there is.)

*East Twittlefuck and West Twittlefuck have a VICIOUS football rivalry, so if you're ever in East Twittlefuck do not, I repeat, DO NOT wear West Twittlefuck colors or you'll be shot down like a crip on a blood corner. And then fed to goats.