“Look,” Sara said, flipping through the pages of the paper. “Marin’s going to have it’s first Ms. Cougar Contest!”
“Oh, gross.”
“Why, aren’t you for older women shagging young dudes?”
“Of course I am! As often as possible.”
“So?”
“It’s just so stupid to make it a “thing,” give it a name and go on display.”
“It’s no different than Miss America or Miss Universe, is it?”
Yeah, it is, actually. I’m no fan of beauty pageants, but at least they get a scholarship out of it and maybe...
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