When there’s Chinese New Year, there’s always Miss Universe.
On free-to-air TV, that is.
I don’t know if anyone has realised this, but for the longest time, I’ve always caught snippets of this beauty pageant on Chinese New Year, since I was a kid.
Yesterday afternoon, after an exhausting stint of going from northeast to central to northwest and back to northeast of Singapore (also known as Chinese New Year
obligations visitations), we went home to rest for the evening and I told the kids that the free-to-air channels sometimes show really hilarious Chinese movies about mahjong and kungfu during Chinese New Year.
We were curious, so we started flipping channels. And that was when we met the five finalists of the Miss Universe pageant.
Me: Ukraine. Miss Ukraine. She looks so perfect, like a Barbie doll.
Becks: Yucks. She’s not pretty at all.
Me: I don’t think we can even use the word ‘pretty’ to describe these women. They are beautiful. Oh, look! Miss Jamaica! Beautiful?
Ben, Becks and Nat: (in unison) No, not beautiful.
Me: How about Miss USA?
Ben: No lah, not beautiful.
Me: Miss Colombia? Oh my gosh, her teeth are so white. My goodness, such gorgeous curls.
Ben: Eeee…Why this girl doesn’t tie up her hair? So messy.
Me: Oh man, Miss Netherlands. Beautiful, right, Nat?
Nat: No. Not beautiful at all.
Me: Ok, guys, seriously. If you can’t call these women beautiful, I don’t know who you can call beautiful. These are the best in our world, you know. That’s why there’s this thing called beauty pageant. Tell me then, who is beautiful to you?
Ben, Becks and Nat: (in unison) YOU, Mama! YOU are beautiful.
How pure the worlds of children. We all started grasping our idea of beauty through the people we love, until the media and our society defines what beauty is for us.
Last evening, I wore an invisible crown in the comfort of our home. No pageant, no competition, no gruelling Q and A, no swimsuit parade.
Just a simple declaration from the mouths of babes.
That I am the most beautiful in their universe.