And no feminist is more agog than I am to report that my pageant experience was generally positive. I arrive at this question a little defensively because I am myself the alumna of one child pageant: I placed second runner-up in Miss Preteen Minneapolis 1996. It’s the same way I feel when I watch Toddlers and Tiaras, where hyperprojecting mothers bitch-slap sequins onto eager-to-please daughters, inviting the viewer to wonder, What train wreck of adulthood lies ahead for America’s Honey Boo Boos? After fifteen minutes of Go Go Juice and pageant tantrums, I had to turn it off - not because I disapproved of the Thompson-Shannon family, but because I resented that the show wanted me to disapprove of them. I should be honest: I couldn’t watch Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.
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