The Beauty Contest

Being genetically male, I am qualified to say I enjoy watching beauty contests. All kinds of hormones are raging inside your body when you are watching it on tv. But if you are watching it with your spouse, you have to pretend that it doesn't interest you at all, and you hide behind the newspaper with an occasional glimpse. Either that or you point out things that 'annoy' you, like "Her hair colour looks so bimbotic ..", but you are actually looking everywhere else other than her hair.

The most interesting part about these Miss World and Miss Universe and Miss Solar System contest etc is the Question and Answer session. The usual sequence of the competition is, they have the evening wear, which is good, shows you how elegant these people are behind clothes ... and then they have the swim suits wear, which is even better, but now they have all the men imagine how these pretty women would look when they are without clothes.

Then they bring out these semi naked women in high heels, with the nylon seat belt strapped over the shoulder, one by one to the microphone and asked them questions on world peace. Why do they do that, one may ask? Well you see, these beauty queens are supposed to be potential ambassadors, and when you are an ambassador, you talk to Presidents of countries, which are predominantly male. And when you are semi naked talking to men, you can get things done faster, understand?

But I do think the winner of every of these beauty contest has to be the organiser. To be able to convince so many beautiful women from so many countries to gather at one spot is one sweet party that all men could only dream of.

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