Miss California

Maybe it's just me -- I do feel particularly shallow today, after all -- but the first reaction I had to the recent news that Carrie Prejean has been fired due to breach of contract, and that the runner up would now be crowned Miss California in her place, was a raised eyebrow and a fervent sigh of relief that it wasn't me that had to step up to that role, and a profound wish of good luck to the new Miss California.

I mean, come on... how many weeks have gone by since the pageant? Who is going to continue shaving and plucking and getting the regular haircuts and eating low-fat if you are runner-up?? Heck, I don't do those things and I'm not even in the picture! If the committee came to find me lo these many weeks later, I'd have to slam the door in their face, put down the Ben and Jerry's, and race upstairs to shimmy out of the flannels and bathrobe, praying SOMETHING still fit.

Er, just sayin'. You know, if I was ever in a beauty pageant and came in second and stuff.

Ahem. Like I said, it's a shallow day.