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May 29, 2007

Drop Dead Gorgeous

Posted at 11:31:19 AM in Beauty, Fashion, Party scene
by Citysearch Intern

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Drop Dead Gorgeous is a pageant held monthly at the Beauty Bar's six locations across the country. Despite the associations a "beauty pageant" carries, this event's tongue-in-cheek kitsch is more on par with the satirical movie it's named after than with the traditional taffeta-and-doublestick-tape type of contest.

The theme was 60s glamour, and pro stylists hired for the occasion made sure the contestants looked the part with cat eyes and sky-high hairdos. MC Dick DeVille was decked out in a retro outfit complete with fedora, and asked the girls anachronistic questions:

"How do you feel about the conflict in Vietnam," he asked. "Do you believe it's a necessary measure to stem the tide of global Communism, or do you take a more isolationist stance?"

"I don't get it!" Contestant #3 giggled.

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Another contestant had it in her bio that she loves puppies, and that triggered the following exchange:

"It says here that you love puppies. How many puppies can you eat in one sitting?"

"All the puppies."

"How d'you figure that?"

"Because I love puppies!"

Contestant #2 was clearly in on the joke. She remained an impressively deadpan 60s femmebot throughout the night, as did most of the girls. However, one contestant slipped up and said something anachronistic (or rather, non-anachronistic) when asked who her ideal cellmate would be. "Paris Hilton" she responded, which elicted cheers and jeers from the crowd.

The girl who eventually won seemed to be channeling Anita Ekberg in "La Dolce Vita." Though she carried a puppy instead of a kitten (the puppy later being taken into custody by judge Andy Animal, frontman of Stalkers) her cooing voice and advanced gogo skills won the judges over.

While it felt slightly odd to watch girls in bikinis strut around in front of a giant banner for BUST Magazine (co-sponsor of the event, along with naughtier companies like Lastnightsparty), it ultimately read as a gentle parody of the traditional beauty pageant. After all, we were in a rowdy East Village rock 'n' roll bar, a place good girls wouldn’t be caught dead circa 1960. In this way, it was comparable to the Man Show; pay attention to who it's mocking, and the finger points back at the patriarchy. Or at least that's what you can tell your girlfriend when she asks why you were watching the bikini contest so intently. -Jamie Peck

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