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It is humiliating. There is lots of talk about "goodness of fit," but this talk makes me think of the "talent" portion of the Miss America debacle. Who looks most like "your ideal" is ogled most appreciatively, and the rest of us "more than pretty" are relegated to the chorus, hopefuls who have not scored quite high enough on a scorecard the dimensions of which are largely undefined and generally impossible to divine.
Yeah, we may not get the crown and the bouquet and the walk of triumph, but. . . .we know that we are worthy and we know that, given the opportunity, we will demonstrate the virtues that seem to be so hard to perceive. How do you really judge someone based on a few numbers, a few paragraphs, a few comments from a relative stranger? It cannot be easy for those trying to make such a determination, to winnow thousands of applications. My empathy does flag from time to time, though.
It seems that we can cling to hope for a while longer, though. Ultimately, the Chosen Beauty Queen is permitted to wear only a single crown, not a stack of them. All us girls get prettier as closing time approaches. Smile bravely, hueso. Don't stay down--no matter how discouraging the present appears. You know who you are.