I think what some of them are trying to say is – there are prettier girls in Singapore than those who enter local beauty pageants.
And what right do I have to say who is prettier and who not? Every right. The same right I have when I say black is black and white is white, the same right to differentiate between a poodle and a bulldog. This is the right to tell one thing from another, a basic human right. So the fact is, some of the contestants are ugly. So am I being insulting or demeaning? Nope, sorry, I am trying hard to be, but I’m not that human yet. “Beautiful” and “ugly” are simply two different words and definitions; there is no better or worse between them. To me, saying that a girl is ugly simply means she is not beautiful, whether she takes it as an insult or not is up to her. The thing is, why on earth would she take it as an insult? Wouldn’t it be much more of an insult if I were to lie to her and say that she is pretty? These girls join beauty contests because they have been lied to their whole life through, their moms, their dads, their friends have all told them that they are attractive, and so, “Hey! The whole world thinks I am beautiful! I’ll just join a beauty contest and walk home the winner!”. Delusion. There is simply no special advantage to being either pretty or ugly, just perceptions which are imposed on us since the day we are born.
As for some of these beauty contestants and my good friend William Hung, it does not take them any more courage than the contestants who are beautiful, and who can sing and dance. Are you saying that people who suck at in competitions deserve any more respect based on the fact that it took courage?
Lets take away anything that separates them from good contestants: William entered the competition because he believed he had a shot at winning, and so did the other contestants (who could sing and dance). Even if William did not believe he had a shot, he went for the experience or maybe just for a laugh, and so did many of the other contestants (who could sing and dance). At the end of it, William was kicked out and learned a Valuable Life Experience™ and so did the other contestants (who could sing and dance!). So at the end of the day, what makes William special other than the fact that he couldn’t sing and dance to save his life? If I were to enter a civil engineering competition (William’s field of studies) against William Hung -- he would have kicked my butt and maybe (who knows) spat in my face, but was I courageous or did I learn a Valuable Life Experience™ (other than the fact that I suck at civil engineering)? I seriously think not. I wouldn’t expect you to clap for me, and I wouldn’t be hurt if you were to laugh at me, because it would have been a joke. And I’d laugh with you.