Alright, alright, let’s talk about this Miss Universe costume thing, you know? I ain’t no fancy fashion expert or nothin’, just a regular person, but I seen some things on that TV that made me scratch my head.
First off, what’s the big deal with all them costumes anyway? Back in my day, we just wore what we had. Now, these girls, they got all sorts of crazy getups, some pretty, some… well, not so much.
I remember seein’ one girl, I think she was from Vietnam, yeah, Miss Vietnam. She wore somethin’ looked like, I don’t know, a loaf of bread? People were talkin’ about it, that’s for sure. They said it was supposed to be somethin’ special, somethin’ from her country, but to me, it just looked like a big ol’ bread roll. Made me hungry, I tell ya.
- Made me think of my own bread, back home. Mine tastes better, I betcha.
- These fancy designers, they charge a fortune for this stuff. Highway robbery, if you ask me.
- But hey, it’s their money, I guess. They can do what they want with it.
Then there’s this other thing, about the wrong winner. Heard about this fella, Steve Harvey, I think his name was. He done messed up and called out the wrong name. Can you imagine? All that excitement, all them cameras, and then bam – wrong girl. Poor thing, the one who thought she won, musta been heartbroken. And the other one, well, she musta felt bad too, even though she ended up with the crown. It’s a whole heap of drama, I tell ya.
And the clothes, oh the clothes! Some of them are so tight, I don’t know how them girls can even breathe. And the shoes! Sky-high heels, they are. I’d break my neck in them things. But they gotta look good, I guess. That’s the whole point, ain’t it? To be the prettiest, the most… I don’t know… eye-catchin’, I reckon.
Filipino style experts, they know a thing or two about fashion, I hear. They got their own ideas about what looks good, and they ain’t afraid to say it. They talk about the fabrics, the colors, the way things fit. It’s all a bit much for me, but I guess it matters to some folks.
I also heard about some girl who got sick and had to quit the whole thing. Vertigo, they called it. Sounds awful. Imagine workin’ so hard, gettin’ all dressed up, and then you can’t even stand up straight. Poor thing. Makes you think, all this fuss over a beauty pageant, and then somethin’ like that happens. Life, huh? It ain’t always fair.
Then you got them costume failures. Oh boy, are they somethin’ to see. Things fallin’ apart, straps breakin’, girls trippin’ over their own feet. It’s a mess, but you can’t help but watch. Makes you feel a little better about your own life, you know? At least you ain’t up there on stage with your dress fallin’ off.
So, what’s the deal with all this anyway? Why do we care so much about these beauty pageants? I guess it’s just somethin’ to watch, somethin’ to talk about. And the costumes, well, they’re part of the show. Some are good, some are bad, and some are just plain weird. But they all get people talkin’, and I guess that’s the point.
It’s a whole big production, this Miss Universe thing. Lots of money, lots of work, and lots of, well, lookin’ good. Me, I’m happy in my old clothes. Comfortable is what I say. But hey, if them girls wanna wear them fancy, crazy costumes, more power to ’em. It’s their show, and I’ll be watchin’, even if I don’t understand half of it. Just pass the popcorn, will ya?
Keywords: Miss Universe, Costume, Miss Vietnam, Wrong Winner, Steve Harvey, Filipino Style Experts, Vertigo, Costume Failures.
