It might not be enough. Nothing might be able to remove the stain of so much hateful, crude, sexist talk. It might be that we’ve seen our last weeping, rhinestone-crowned Miss A. making her way down the Atlantic City walkway.

So what’s a pageant fan to do?

Maybe Mr. Haskell’s emails hastened the process of a slow and natural death, an extinction by attrition, where eventually the pageant would ditch the swimsuits (as Miss Teen USA did in 2016), acknowledge that nobody, much less a 19-year-old college student, wears evenings gowns and admit — if we’re all being honest — that drag queens are doing this better.

Maybe it’s time to look to places like “RuPaul’s Drag Race” for traditional femininity played as spectacle.