Without having ever seen Toddlers and Tiaras, I never liked it. I mean, how can you like a show about parents whoring out their little girls to look like slutty strippers (redundant?) in the name of a cheap polyester sash and dime store tiara?
But then a funny thing happened last night. I had the house to myself for an hour with no family in sight. And I turned on the TV to something other than Dora or Caillou for the first time since mid June, starting flipping around and stopped on Toddler and Tiaras. Instead of some real-life miniature Barbie doll, there was a real-life miniature male Barbie doll. Yes, there is a pageant boy on the show.
I didn’t watch for more than a few minutes, because the show was still just as gross as I expected it would be. But I saw enough to know they’re now at least doling out their grossness equally, namely in the form of 7-year-old Brock, a self-described “diva” who likes “his glitz and sparkle,” and he had the jazz hands to back it up.
Why does the exploitation of a little boy warm my heart as much as it does?
I suppose I kind of like knowing there are little boys out there being exploited in the same way their female counterparts. And I’m almost positive that I don’t think I mean that as strangely as it sounds. It just seems nice how boys and girls are being treated the same. If only neither one were being mistreated. But then I guess the ratings wouldn’t be nearly as high.
Take a look at the new boy on the runway block: