The Essence of Beauty and being a Man-Miss Universe

Judge nothing by the appearance. The more beautiful the serpent, the more fatal its sting.
WILLIAM SCOTT DOWNEY, Proverbs

The recent ruling of the Miss Universe Beauty Pageant got me thinking a lot, "what is the Miss Universe all about?". I love the evening gown competition, is exquisite. And I won’t be a hypocrite, I enjoy the swimsuit competition ass-much as everyone else. The difference, I got over the stage of shallow meat shopping towards a pairs of perfect tits and ass running around their clothes hanger body.

I’m thinking harder with no intended puns as I watch the interviews of Miss Canada, Jenna Talackova, she’s really hot, a knockout I mean look at her, slender, tall, she got nice pair of perfect breast that keep on staring at me and knowing that this is synthetic and man-made didn't change the fact that she’s hot—for a man, she really believes she’s in the wrong body to begin with and she believes she’s really a woman. I don’t want to sound like a discriminating chauvinist swine but anyone who had doubts of their sexual preference and orientation should be heard and understood, give them a chance right? But then again, I think that Donald Trump should reconsider the name of his beauty pageant since from what I can understand; it’s a competition for women.

Now the question arises, "what is being a woman all about?".

Know that this opinion came from someone who was born with a penis and a pair of testicles between his legs, I can put it a hundred ways but let's pretend to be among the general populace and ask, you see the nice pair of mammary glands on Miss [Country] ? How about the perfect pelvic bone structure on Miss [Country]? The side discussions sometimes is abhorrent but perfectly normal, sometimes it’s not even that shallow. If you’ve dealt with a woman before (or is one) I think the rawest most conclusive most consistent answer despite of its seldom irregularities is the monthly menstrual period. Yes! That’s what’s being a woman is all about, bloated breasts, wild mood swings, uncontrollable appetite and hormonal imbalances, you just gotta love it like scattered pheromones scenting like sweet ambrosia.

It’s hard to educate and reiterate to the next generation on how non-cosmetic being a woman should be. What I’m afraid the most is their divine god given ability to bear a child. I think nothing could encompass being a woman more than that.

It’s not how good they look when they dress up, or how sexy it is to be on high heels, I guess those things could be done by bipedals trying to look and pretend like one. Knowing that Miss Universe Beauty Pageant holds rules and a moral standard, it pains me that they’ve turned into a great disappointment to allow ‘beings’ without those divine endowments run the catwalk.

If the Miss Universe Beauty Pageant dictates what beauty is, then I guess they’ve made their point as clear as plastic and as transparent as sheets of cellophane and silicone. But from what they’ve just done, they’ve ruined the definition of what being a woman is all about to those who look up to them for  their prestige and respects their authority.

I don’t know if that’s the essence of beauty to you but for most certain, I’m pretty damn sure it’s not the essence of a woman, not to me, not today.