Yesterday, a friend and I were watching a show called Toddlers and Tiaras—a reality series that follows young beauty pageant contestants and their parents. One child, when asked why they want to win a particular pageant, claimed they wanted the $1000 prize.
My friend muttered, with a sassy you-go-get-it-girl tone in her voice, “That’s right…if you’re worth it.” The implication was that the child was worth every penny.
“But that’s the way we used to talk about women…” I tried to say, “…as if the only value of a woman is monetary.”
She tried to say I equivocated between different senses of the words “value” and “worth.” She was talking about compensation for people with integrity where I was thinking of slaves auctioned at a marketplace…and my thinking was wrong.
What I tried to say was that the pageant may look like empowerment, but it may not be. It may be a way to teach girls how to be—how to give “value” to themselves through their looks. The pageant contestant’s “value”…may not be in integrity of character but in the ability to display themselves for a cash purse.
I’m not sure if she understood me. I’m not sure I understand me. I’m probably out of line.

