I regret the loss of the word smut. It sounded so repugnant, loathsome and detestable. By itself, the word sneered. It dripped with contempt; it rhymed with slut. Smut is too good a word to lose. We must find a new meaning for it.
As a little girl, I aspired to be many things when I grew up, but a pageant queen was not on that list. That didn't stop me from being curious about those glamorous, world peace-loving, dazzling beauties. I talked to some current and former beauty pageant queens to learn more.
Today, for millions of women who are reaching that stage of life, is about more than just vanity. It raises other complicated feelings less common among women from previous generations. For better or for worse, grandmas are just not what they used to be.