Rereading My Childhood — The Baby-Sitters Club #15: Little Miss Stoneybrook . . . And Dawn

There’s no point in trying to conceal my bias — I think child beauty pageants are creepy and gross. I don’t like the idea of forcing children to compete against one another for really no reason. They’ll have enough competition in their futures. However, I don’t blame the children. I blame the judges who are willing to rank children on an arbitrary scale, and I blame the parents who want to slap ten pounds of make-up on their child to make them look sixteen and, finally, I blame the industry that perpetuates this activity — including the trainers who teach the children how to win over judges, the make-up industry that caters to these parents, and the institution itself.

“Hey, there’s some girl who is obviously from California peaking from behind the curtain, Janet. Can you do something about her? Just toss a granola bar out the back and she’ll chase it.”

I am a weirdo who occasionally writes about books from my childhood.

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