Like many Somers residents, I am interested in what’s going on in the universe, so I tuned in the Miss Universe beauty pageant, and now I feel better informed. I watched with my wife and I didn’t want to seem shallow, so I made sure to critique only the contestants’ outfits, and whether the girls had nice personalities. During the swimsuit competition, their personalities were peaking to an all-time high, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
Trump used to own the Miss Universe pageant, but sold it because he knew that when he was inevitably elected the leader of the free world, he’d never be able to host the pageant in America. Due to the travel bans, immigration bans and other policies, the only people left to compete in the Miss Universe pageant would be angry, unemployed white men. With good personalities, though.
The evening featured a full schedule of events, including swimwear and evening gown competitions, a “Final Question” and “Final Look,” which sound like they should be held at a funeral parlor. Steve Harvey hosted again, poking plenty of fun at himself for last year’s debacle, when he mistakenly named the wrong winner at the end of the contest, only to have to correct himself, leaving two countries furious at him. “Body activist” Ashley Graham was the backstage host. I have always wanted to be a “body activist,” but I have a hard time activating it.
The swimsuit competition demonstrated how women would look if they wore high heels to the beach. It appeared that some of the ladies had extensive work done, and one looked like she contained more plastic than my local recycling center. The musical performer was Boyz II Men, aged to something more like Men II Old Men.
There was a final question at the end, and all three women asked for an interpreter. My wife pointed out that it was a ploy so that they can have more time to formulate an answer even dumber than the one they first thought of. If it was me I would have answered every other word in English and the rest in my native language, and see if I could make smoke come out of the translator’s ear. It looked to me like the translator was adding some stuff on his own, and I thought I heard some disparaging remarks in Italian about the craft services table.
The winner was Miss France, Iris Mittenaere, but runner-up Miss Haiti was ready to run up and yank the crown out of her hand at a moment’s notice if Harvey botched it again. When it was clear that he didn’t, she had the same look on her face that I did on Nov. 9.
What will the Miss Universe pageant of the future look like? The use of artificial intelligence might make the Final Question easier to bear, as would the use of any intelligence. To prove that the contestants are beautiful inside AND out, maybe they will make an M.R.I. available. Perhaps someday there will only be virtual contestants. Siri, Alexa and my GPS lady might be in it, who knows? And when Steve Harvey asks the interview question at the end, they’ll probably answer pretty much as they do today: “I am sorry, I am unable to understand the question.”
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