What?
What comes to mind when you think of cheerleaders?
This is research for a post. Highly Scientific Research.
I used CAPS so you know I’m serious.
So, tell me…
What?
What comes to mind when you think of cheerleaders?
This is research for a post. Highly Scientific Research.
I used CAPS so you know I’m serious.
So, tell me…
Pom poms!
Thanks!
George Bush. He was a cheerleader in college. Here’s a pic: http://politicalhumor.about.com/library/images/blbushcheerleader.htm But he’s clearly wearing more clothes than the average cheerleader.
I guess I also think of sports, human pyramids, sexism, popularity, and short skirts when I think about cheerleaders.
Thanks!
Right now – Sue Sylvester, bitchy girls, disappointing my mom by not wanting to be one, bouncy ponytails.
Thanks!
Any time! I missed you during my hiatus!
How is everything???
Getting back to my routine ~ I’m surprised how emotionally crazed I am at the moment and I need to sort it out in my head
And you?
How’s your father-in-law (that’s who was sick, right?)?
I’m good–volunteering on gun control and waiting to hear on some job opportunities.
My FIL is out of the hospital and on the mend! That’s been a huge amount of stress relief.
Awesome – I hope they all pan out for you. Is there one you’re hoping for? Are you doing volunteering for public policy on gun control?
Yes–that’s what I’m doing! I just got off the phone with my very first head hunter. Wow. Should I shut down my blog??
NO!
Just kidding.
damn straight!
“Give me a K, K, give me a Y, Y…” I think of the chants they shout out. That might be a tad old school though, but it’s the first thing that came to my mind.
Thanks!
Misunderstood athletics. And bad fabrics.
Thanks!
Airhead. That is my honest and unfiltered answer; which I offer only because you are doing research….the memories of the cheerleaders I knew in high school were NOT airheads….but that remains my stereotype. Admitted. *ugh*
Thanks!
We don’t really have cheerleaders in G (we’re not into high school sports, let alone college, as much either…), so I don’t really have prejudices here.
Thanks!
“Bombs Over Baghdad” by Outkast. What? I didn’t say it was logical.
Thanks!
I’m older than you and don’t get this… would you expand a little?
It is a really high-octane song that I remember the basketball cheerleaders doing a routine to when I was in college.
Thanks–will give it a listen
…Teaching girls their place is as support to the boys, to look pretty and be cheerful. I might feel a little better if there were cheerleaders for girls’ sports.
Thanks!
I didn’t really have any thoughts on cheerleaders. I referenced some regarding a high school experience. I’ve gotten to know an NFL cheerleader or two and they were smart, bright women. Still don’t understand it. When I typed the word into Google, the first thing that came up was a YouTube video of NFL cheerleaders in slow motion. I don’t get pursuing it as a profession and am embarrassed to see women dressed like that for entertainment purposes. Call me old-fashioned, but I don’t hang out at strip clubs or fashion shows, either.
Thanks–the word seems to have a lot of connotations. It seems to conjure up a LOT of shared meaning for people. It’s short-hand for a lot of things. I really want to ‘unpack’ this, but don’t want to say anything until my post. Care to share more? (I promise my post won’t call anybody out.)
Ah, Kylie, I’m not going to set myself up to be part of a rebuttal. The thing is, people are going to think what they’re going to think and most people were not cheerleaders, so if you were, you can only share your experience in the hopes of influencing attitudes. I would also say that the cheerleaders of my high school looked like nuns compared to butt cheek baring, tata shakers of professional sports. Important to differentiate, I think. It may not make a difference to anyone else, but as a woman, I do see a difference.
I agree! I’m not even going to touch on the professional sports aspect, just my experience. I’m just curious to understand better what it means to others–I have my own assumptions, and don’t want to rely on my assumptions about other assumptions. No set ups. I’m looking forward to your feedback on the post once it’s written. Thanks.
We say, “Ready. Okay!!” and then begin the cheer. I was a cheerleader when I was in 7th grade, and that’s what I remember the most! It was quite obnoxious.
Thanks!
Ugh. Rah rah-vising has always made me cringe, especially when they do a pyramid, it topples and someone ends up paralyzed. Is this brand of lunacy really necessary? Can’t everyone just put the pom poms down, sit on the sidelines and read Kierkegaard?
Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders!
Elementary school cheer:
Firecracker, firecracker, boom boom boom**
Boys got the muscles, teacher’s got the brains, girls got the sexy legs, and we won the game!
Me, actually.
I think of myself. I am a cheerleader. it’s a role I really enjoy!
I think of cheerleading conventions running amok in my hotel.
Thanks for the inspiration, Kylie.
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