You’re harshing my buzz, man. BOOBIES! FERTILE FEMALE! ME MATE WITH ALL FERTILE FEMALES AND SPREAD GENETIC CODE!
Seriously, what cmyk, et al said. She might have been nervous, she might be an idiot; there’s no way to know just from seeing her on stage.
That or put on a sad face about the state of US education. And vow to change the nation, if not the world, with your year as Miss Teen USA.
Was Mario Lopez the host? He couldn’t stop from smirking.
I had the feeling that she had indeed been coached, but she hadn’t been coached for that particular question. Perhaps if they had asked her about world peace (or other typical beauty pageant questions), she would have been on safer ground.
This is my dream girl…and I’m a geographer.
Assuming she’s of age of course.
Smart women only bring me heartache.
I don’t see any problems in the image you linked to, but maybe I’m just predisposed to like her.
It was a strange question. The only real answer is “Some people aren’t that bright, and our education system needs reforms that I am not qualified to expound upon,” but she knew an answer like that wouldn’t fly in the optimistic world of beauty pagents so she tried to wing it with a “world peace” type of answer, got stuck, panicked, and got even more lost.
She’s probably not the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but that sort of stage panic could happen to anybody.
a) There is no way I’d confess to hitting that .
b) There’s no way I’d confess to having friends stupid enough to be impressed to think that I had hit that.
c) The very first time I got GOOD 'n stoned on marijuana happened to be as a passenger, picked up by schoolmates on the way in to high school. I was too stoned to figure out that I really needed to ditch class. My brain was singing songs full of nonsense syllables to me. Shadows were stretching out long and oddly colorful. It took 5 minutes to remember how to hold my books so they would not slide out of my arms. Almost immediately I got called on to give a history report I’d forgotten about and for which I had not studied. I still made more sense than she did.
Not at all attractive, other’n she probably has the regulation girly parts and smells pretty good. I played an upper middle class wedding last night and easily saw 40 hotter women, some decades older.
Even then, you’d think she’d have said, “I think it’s incredibly depressing, and it has a lot to say about the state of education in the US. I think our schools need a major overhauling-and it has to happen soon.”
Or something like that. Gah!
You really think she could find Canada on a map?
ANYway, whether she choked or is dumber than a bag of hammers, I laughed in a slightly supercilious manner.
For lack of a better way to put it, you don’t fuck her brains. You do the deed, then you hit the mute button. Someone that vacuous may never know the difference.
Sure, it’s shallow, but bear in mind that she was participating in something that is the embodiment of shallowness, so I feel no shame for saying it.
I thought she had a beautiful smile. And I wondered why the audience didn’t loose it when she indicated the problem was that many people in the U.S. lacked access to maps.
(She was getting there - lack of consistent quality education seemed to be her point - I’m not sure about whether she was talking about U.S. education suffering because of resources going to war and foreign aid or if she was saying we have a responsibility to educate all the children of the world - I suspect she was getting the two topics the pageant coach fed her confused in her pretty little head.)
If this weren’t already published, it would be a shoe-in for next year’s Bulwer-Lytton contest winner.
And like Randnally said, yeah, I would hit that.
My mantra would be, “Sssh, babe, words will just cheapen it.” Later, “Buh bye.”
Gee, thanks, dear! 
In all seriousness, I think she was confronted with a question for which she hadn’t been prepared. For all I know, she’s a 4.0 honors student with a full scholarship to Harvard (although I doubt this), but she’s certainly not good at thinking on her feet.
Robin
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What she’s good at (or at least useful for) doesn’t usually involve standing.
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Damn skippy.
Oh, SNAP!
Robin
I’ve got a huge case of the stage fright, and I might just well wet my pants up there.
Then again, I’d never be up there, knowing my pants-wetting ability to make an ass out of myself.
She should have been prepared, or not be up there.
She should have just said, “I believe our children are our future. So I am in favor of good education. And world peace.” Meaningless and forgettable.
Instead she did the intellectual equivalent of the light saber dance.
Feet have their place in such activities, too.