Something To Be Proud Of

I was sitting around eating supper and watching “Who Wants To Be A Millionaire” earlier tonight when I heard one of those things that just made me stop dead and go “huh?”

During a break in the action the host was talking to the contestant, going over some of that biographical info they make all of the contestants on gameshows submit because for some reason they think somebody outside of the person doing the talking and maybe 1 or 2 people from that person’s family will care about when they got to a fact that I couldn’t help but overhear. It seems that one of this woman’s proudest moments, [and I’m assuming it’s a proud moment because it was high enough on the list to make the bio card,] was that she had recently won a dog/owner look-alike contest.

Now like most of you, at least I hope like most of you I had never heard of one of these competitions before. So since I’m putting faith in you people that up to this point you haven’t the faintest clue what I’m talking about, I’ll explain what that means. The long and the short of it is that this woman looked enough like her pet dog to convince a group of judges to award her first place out of a line-up of similarly facially disadvantaged people.

I’m not even going to ask the obvious question of why do they have contests for this in the first place, they have competitions for everything these days so nothing surprises me anymore. But what I am wondering is why you would publicize the fact that you not only entered one of them, but that you won. It’s not something that would really do wonders for the old self-esteem, or for the dating prospects. Then again this was on TV so maybe she figured that everybody would have figured it out anyway even though her dog was sight unseen through the whole conversation.

And while I’m asking questions, here’s another one. I wonder if since they look so much alike whether the dog ever gets confused and thinks he’s masturbating when he’s actually humping her leg.

I’ll leave you all to chew on that one for awhile while I go to bed and try to get that horrible mental picture out of my mind.

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