The Sept. 14 front-page Reuters/Kyodo photo titled “ANGOLAN BEAUTY” shows Leila Lopes of Angola being crowned Miss Universe 2011 in Sao Paulo. Despite their feminist detractors, beauty contests do have lasting virtues: empowering women and putting worthy role models of education and grace, principle, ambition, endurance and eloquence before our daughters for them to emulate; and then helping to focus media attention on whatever charitable work the women pursue during their tenure. It’s all good.
Miss Universe is not my ideal of feminine beauty, though. I do not revere the long legs of an American lifeguard or the carefully manicured figure of a supermodel.
My ideal woman encompasses the blackened teeth of an old Japanese matron, the bound feet of a Chinese princess and the oily hair of a Japanese one, the stretched neck of a Karen tribeswoman, the exaggerated lip plugs of an African Fali beauty, the wide, life-giving fertility goddess hips of my old Greek grandmother, and an Arab maiden accompanied by a modesty veil, all rolled into one.
Maybe I’m in a minority, but why not celebrate those aesthetics? I can’t muster much regard for beauty contests until they do.
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