Because I can watch and nurse

Just some quickies about television.
I've started watching Miss America: Reality Check. I remember watching the pageant back in the day with my mother and sister. We'd each choose a favorite or two to "root" for, besides our own Miss Michigan, of course. We'd admire the hair, dresses, and talents. I haven't watched in years, though.
Well, watching the TLC propaganda has me thinking. Holy cow, I would so not fit in with those women. Leave aside the fact I'm at least twelve years older than they; I don't think I've spent that much time on my hair and makeup in my whole life than any one of them have in a single episode.

I happened to catch an advertisement My Big Fat Redneck Wedding, too. I'll admit to attending one where the groomsmen all wore John Deere hats at the reception (Dale's side). I've been to a wedding reception at a park where the meal was Tubby's six-foot party subs, the bar was a new trash can full of ice and beer cans, and the band was a boom box (my side--and I'm not kidding).
This one on TV, though, had all of the groomsmen in camouflage. I'm not sure if this is worse or better.