Kathryn
It was on fire when I laid down on it.
A few nights ago, we had the Miss Dawg contest at our local high school. I thought the whole thing was hilarious, and we were "so proud" when my stepson won second runner up and his best friend won first runner up!
However, I was frankly amazed that this event was not only allowed, but was sanctioned and supported by the school and town quite heartily! It's a very big event and very well attended. For such a conservative town, that surprises me.
Another thing that surprised me is just how politically incorrect it was in so many ways. I mean, this is a rawdy, raucous event, in a town where probably 3 out of 4 people work either directly or indirectly in the oilfield. The local newspaper called it "the increasingly risque Miss Dawg extravaganza."
Not sure if you guys, or even if the kids, are aware of a subculture that was an "underclass" here several decades ago - the Redbones (somewhat like the Cajuns and Brass Ankles of Louisiana, the Melungeons of the Appalachians, and the Lumbees of NC) of this area were (and I guess still are, though we never hear the term anymore around here) a group of people of mixed racial heritage - usually black, white, and native American or hispanic.
Anyway, the guys got to pick their own "names" and wow, were they ever, ummmm, interesting. "Raneesha Royette," "LaQuinta Redbone LaMarcus," "Erotica La Dame," - that sort of thing.
Considering that for some odd reason, none of the contestants was African American or Hispanic (about 1/3 of the high school is made up of these two groups), I thought the names were interesting. I also thought it was interesting that the audience was nearly all white.
Participation is strictly voluntary - and the contestants are always from a wide range of social groups within the school, so I just thought that was interesting.
The whole thing was funny but sort of awful at the same time. There was so much going on there just below the surface that it was hard to assimilate! I left there really not sure how I felt about the whole thing.
Well, anyway, the boys had fun and we got some good pictures!
My stepson is on the far right, and his best friend is standing next to him.
Show some thigh, baby.
"It's Raining Men, Halleluyah!"
Check out the red shoes!
My step son's dance routine!
Scary.
Scarier.
Scariest! My stepson!
However, I was frankly amazed that this event was not only allowed, but was sanctioned and supported by the school and town quite heartily! It's a very big event and very well attended. For such a conservative town, that surprises me.
Another thing that surprised me is just how politically incorrect it was in so many ways. I mean, this is a rawdy, raucous event, in a town where probably 3 out of 4 people work either directly or indirectly in the oilfield. The local newspaper called it "the increasingly risque Miss Dawg extravaganza."
Not sure if you guys, or even if the kids, are aware of a subculture that was an "underclass" here several decades ago - the Redbones (somewhat like the Cajuns and Brass Ankles of Louisiana, the Melungeons of the Appalachians, and the Lumbees of NC) of this area were (and I guess still are, though we never hear the term anymore around here) a group of people of mixed racial heritage - usually black, white, and native American or hispanic.
Anyway, the guys got to pick their own "names" and wow, were they ever, ummmm, interesting. "Raneesha Royette," "LaQuinta Redbone LaMarcus," "Erotica La Dame," - that sort of thing.
Considering that for some odd reason, none of the contestants was African American or Hispanic (about 1/3 of the high school is made up of these two groups), I thought the names were interesting. I also thought it was interesting that the audience was nearly all white.
Participation is strictly voluntary - and the contestants are always from a wide range of social groups within the school, so I just thought that was interesting.
The whole thing was funny but sort of awful at the same time. There was so much going on there just below the surface that it was hard to assimilate! I left there really not sure how I felt about the whole thing.
Well, anyway, the boys had fun and we got some good pictures!
My stepson is on the far right, and his best friend is standing next to him.
Show some thigh, baby.
"It's Raining Men, Halleluyah!"
Check out the red shoes!
My step son's dance routine!
Scary.
Scarier.
Scariest! My stepson!
