Queen for a Day or Kings Forever

I watched a partial episode of a popular 1950s American game show called Queen for a Day. The contestants were women going through various trials such as the death of a husband, having to care for a crippled child or some personal debilitating illness. The host, Jack Bailey, would interview the women asking them to describe their circumstances. I found the whole thing rather tragic and demeaning. That these vulnerable creatures would bear their hearts, sobbing, on national television, demonstrated the desperation of their plight. 
When the contestants had each been heard, the audience would clap hardest for the one they wanted to win; the clap-o-meter would determine which woman would become a queen for the day. This entailed wearing a crown and robe, and receiving their request, in additional to many other items that a 1950s' woman would desire, such as a new state of the art ironing board (pictured) or a collection of handbags. 
The women whose stories were deemed insufficiently tragic went home with a small prize and the host would sign off with "This is Jack Bailey, wishing we could make every woman a queen, for every single day". It was a popular show, with sponsors paying $4000 a minute for advertising. And yet, it somehow appears cheap and patronising to we moderns. 

Thank God, the gospel doesn't offer to exchange our sob stories for an ironing board and tawdry coronet. Rather, it makes us kings and priests unto God and his Father; to him be glory and dominion for ever and ever. Amen. Rev 1:6