I don’t normally pay any attention to beauty pageants. For one thing, I can’t say that I find most of those beauty queens all that appealing – they’re pleasant enough on the eye in the way that a painting or sculpture can be, but they don’t hit the right hormonal buttons with me, if you know what I mean. Yes, this is getting about as subjective as it can get, and I’d be the first to concede that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
For instance, I’m personally very partial to the Nordic ‘type’ and would rate an ‘average’ Nordic woman well above all but the most strikingly attractive women of most other ‘types’. (I know I’m coming across as an old male chauvinist, but hey, we are talking about beauty contests here!)