When I was a prissy six year old, I didn’t quite get the concept of a frightening Halloween. Each October ballerina, princess or bride were my costumes of choice. In my wildest fantasies I guess I wanted the people who answered the door to applaud, hand me a bouquet of roses, then marry me.
This past weekend at the South Carolina State Fair while rubbernecking at the fair beauty pageant, I thought about how some people who opened their doors to a 6 year old girl clad in crinoline, pearls and pink may have found it terrifying.
Often I have heard pageant moms defend their zeal in putting their young daughters in beauty pageants by saying, “But little Crystal Alexa really wants to do pageants! I wouldn’t dream of making her do them if she didn’t love it so much!”
In 1968 Mattel’s “Dancerina” doll was my idea of a girl who had it all going on: plastic, hot pink and wearing a tiara.
I didn’t know then that there were pageants for little girls.
For this, today, I am grateful. Amen.