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Oh, that's right. I'm not.
So, I take it that you've never been caught in one of those great moments where you just KNOW that your foot just went to the right, and not the left, like the choreography demands, you're starting that high note just a skoosh sharp, or you've forgetting what the hell you rehearsed before you went out to speak because you're so nervous (pardon the world's worst run-on sentence).
If you haven't, you should try it. It's fun to make a fool of yourself, and to let yourself down when something is important to you.
I don't care that this girl is a red-stater, and perhaps a Rethug. I don't care that she's beautiful. What I care about is that she was performing, messed up, and is probably kicking herself for it. That feeling absolutely stinks.
It's also highly sad and amusing to see so many sad sacks on here projecting the ills of the world onto this girl. I try not to say this much, but I really do believe that many of you are "Jus' jellus!" of her looks and opportunities. Yeah, some people are really bloody lucky to get chances that you never will for different reasons. Different gifts have different curses, trust me. I'm also a beautiful woman, and you'd be amazed at the shit people come up with. However, pretty people aren't supposed to ever hurt. We should be grateful to society for its forbearance, right? Right.
In other words, have your laugh, because it IS funny, and I'm sure that she's going to laugh once the sting wears off...but don't turn it into a self-masturbatory opportunity. Plus, you may not want to cast stones at glass houses. We none of us are perfect, after all.