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			<title>My ‘Toddlers & Tiaras’ Obsession is Reaching Critical Mass</title>
			<pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2012 13:07:55 -0500</pubDate>
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It began to hit me when I looked up at the clock and realized I had been bedazzling a tulle skirt for the better part of two hours: my weird obsession with over-the-top child beauty pageants &#150; specifically, the abomination known as <span class="caps">TLC</span>&#039;s &quot;Toddlers &amp; Tiaras&quot; &#150; may be getting out of hand.</p>

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For Halloween I had planned to dress as one of the spray-tanned, fake toothed, Pixi Stix-gobbling, Mountain Dew-chugging little girls featured on the show, and the details were of utmost importance. Little white frilly socks must be tracked down, the skirt must pouf out in just the right &quot;cupcake&quot; style, my curls must be shellacked with hairspray, and I must seize the stage of life as my imaginary mother shouts &quot;<span class="caps">WORK</span> IT <span class="caps">SMOOCHY</span>&quot; from the wings.</p>

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