I screamed. I laughed. I wibbled. I took notes as I watched. Ten cards of notes.
At first, coherent notes. Phrases, questions, or at least underlined key words.
Then stuff like, and I'm quoting examples verbatim from my handwritten notes: "Ahahahahahahahahahaha" "Oh crap." "Oh. Deb. Oh. Deb. Oh Deb."
I swear, this show makes you *bleed*.
By sheer accident, I had Mulan and Mulan II as TV backdrop for quite a bit of today's morning. I'm not much of a fan of Disney movies, but I adore the Mulan movies.
And, needless to say, Mulan herself. But then who wouldn't? You don't meet a girl like her in every dinasty.
The other day I skimmed in Google News over news that Miss USA's crown was in jeopardy over charges of, IIRC: boozing, cocaine, french-kissing Miss Teen USA and smuggling guys into their shared apartment.
I know it's an stereotype (if I had to judge by personal experience, I'd say the average american woman has an IQ of about 170 and writes brain-melting internet gay porn in her spare time) but isn't that kind of behavior the sort of thing that, well, you'd sort of *want* in a Miss USA?
Saying "Bad Miss USA! No hot and wild stuff!" is like saying "Bad Robin! No gleeful violence! Bad Robin!"
Thus, and despite my general misgivings about beauty contests (for one, they don't usually choose people I find particularly hot): Go Miss USA! Go!