Pig likes beauty pageants but stops follow up them

It was a cool and pretty night. There was the moon and there were stars in the sky.

While I was relaxing in the lounge and enjoying fireflies in the bushes before, there were sounds coming from the farms around my house.

“What’s that?” Robert said.

“I think they are cheering for the Miss competition,” I said.

“You know about it, don’t you?”

I nodded.

“What is it?”

“Well, it’s a competition between women from countries around the world. It happens once a year. My ex master watched it and I usually accompanied him. There are three or four of them with different names but have the same concept - as a pretty women contest.”

“Is it good?”

“I don’t know since I stopped following those programs.”

“Why?”

“Those competitions are full of pretty women. I love pretty women. During previous years, the winner would go around the world to promote human activity. I didn't remember when they started to, mostly, focus on promoting products or businesses.”

“Don’t you like them?” 

“I never hate the beauty pageants or the organizers. The reason I stop watching these programs is because they have different visions and I want different things.”