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I have no problem admitting that I can appreciate an aesthetically pleasing fellow member of the human species, whether all dolled-up or in the flesh. I also shamelessly admit to enjoying the consumption of meat from purposely groomed cattle. However, combine the two, and I have a problem: that’s my feeling of disgust towards human cattle parades better known as the ‘Miss World’ and ‘Miss Universe’ pageants.

There’s absolutely nothing in the participants’ individual personality that plays a significant role in the outcome of their final standing in that contest. Instead, it’s an unabashed public presentation of dehumanized puppets trained to perform their conditioned responses; a revoltingly public display of unnatural moulding of human beings into shallow amusement. All under the guise of evolution and modern times, mind you.

Prostitutes get much more respect from me. Perhaps it’s the discretion generally involved in the oldest trade. Still, I don’t understand how turning humans into publicly exposed Barbie-dolls can be widely accepted mass-entertainment, while well-regulated commercial exploitation of sexuality lingers in the realm of giggles in general and criminal prosecution in particular.

It must be the same split insanity that feeds the popular myth according to which beauty and intelligence don’t mix. Maybe it’s the idea of an intelligent female sexual being that frightens the bejeebus of intellectually less gifted and (therefore?) sexually charged-up males.

Fortunately, the participants in the human meat market better known as the Miss World pageant aren’t hampered by an excess of braincells, either. Otherwise, there’s no way I could explain how any group of grown-up, presumably thinking humans can come up with Nigeria of all places as the venue for that peculiar human cattle market. Less so, how they justify their readiness to parade their ignorance there, instead of boycotting the whole darned enterprise. Hence the qualification of a parade of tits. And that’s said with udder respect to those adorable organs that feed us and give all of us mammals our common name, our raison d’être.

To me, an additional and perhaps even more troubling factor is that the tragic outcome of violent outrage that we saw in Nigeria is now not-so-quite politically correct being used as the latest self-righteous excuse to scoff at members of a religion with a much stricter moral code than we’re willing to accept in the Western hemisphere, rather than to engage a few braincells to question the whole premise of ‘tolerance’ in our presumably advanced society, and how that might reflect on some alledged sense of ’superiority,’ aside from justification through firepower.

Muslims are quickly becoming the contemporary mirror of the eagerly scapegoated Jews during the Middle Ages. Not surprisingly, subtle imagery of the Dark Ages runs freely these days, with the arrival of horriffic tidings about the riots in Nigeria. But I still fail to understand how any smart woman wouldn’t avoid that pageant like the plague. In conclusion, I can only offer the mutually exclusive alternatives of desperation and sheer stupidity as my particular explanation.

I believe it’s a shameful spectacle either way.