Wednesday, June 26, 2013

In Defense of Cheerleading

A few weeks ago, my 7-year-old was watching a show on the Disney Channel. Not a show I love, but it's one of the few "tween" shows I can tolerate. But this episode caught my attention and has stuck in my craw (whatever that is) since then. Long story short, a girl on the show joined the cheerleading squad and was ultimately forced to choose between her new friends (the pretty, popular, brainless, snotty, boy-crazy cheerleaders) and her best friend who was unfortunately not cool enough to be a part of the popular group. I'm not even going to tell you how it ended because it's the Disney Channel and you can probably guess.

Around the same time, I read this line in a blog about why your kid should join the marching band (full article here)

While the cheerleaders are making sure their high ponytails are just so, the girls in the band are simply stuffing their hair into their shakos (yes, the dorky hats have a special name) and forgetting about it.

What bothered me about this show, and this blog's statement is what bothers me anytime cheerleaders are portrayed in the popular culture. In short, cheerleaders are easy targets. They are most often depicted as vain, vapid, snobby, stupid, slutty, Mean Girls.

In case you hadn't guessed, I was a cheerleader. I cheered every year from grades 7-12. And let me tell you, cheerleaders are just like the girls in the band, on the basketball team, in student government, in the swing choir, and in the church youth group: whimsical, finicky, funny, hormonal, catty, superficial, sweet, moody, insecure, stubborn, romantic, shallow, educated, confused, ignorant, joyful, tearful, secretive, difficult, gullible, afraid, needy, eager, rebellious, courageous, imperfect, curious, impressionable, womanly, girlish, energetic, dramatic, fretful, helpful, naive, observant, sassy, feminine, clever, and, last but not least, stereotyped.

In addition to the negative stereotypes that permeate our culture, I also had a conversation with a few friends who were doubtful over whether they would ever let their daughters try out for cheerleading, if they so desired. Throughout our conversation they voiced several worries, including stunt men, the short skirts, and the whole gender thing, the idea of girls "cheering" rather than "participating." So...In Defense of Cheerleading, here is this former cheerleader's thoughts. 

Stunt Men
The idea that teenage boys will put their hands on the teenage girls' bottoms was NOT something my friends approved of. We didn't have stunt men in my high school, so I can't really speak to this issue much. What I can say is that I WISHED we would have. If I had tried out in college for cheerleading (I didn't) I would have been sorely disadvantaged because I didn't have experience doing partner stunts. However, my explanation to my friends is that doing any kind of stunt work in cheerleading is always all business. Doing stunts is serious, it's work, and requires strength, precision, and concentration. Plus, it's supervised; any cheer coach that lets hanky panky happen while stunting is not doing his/her job. You're better off worrying about your daughter's boyfriend or the guy she meets at a random party  than her stunt partner.

Short Skirts
I think if you're going to make a fuss about cheerleading skirts then let's make a fuss about leotards worn by gymnasts and swimsuits worn by the swim team. After all, those certainly show more skin.And what about tennis skirts? How come they never catch any flak? Are cheerleading skirts more sexual? Maybe? But even if you could prove somehow that they are that doesn't mean the person wearing one is any more sexual, or sexually active, than someone who is not wearing one. 

In fact, I think you could make the argument that wearing a cheerleading outfit is a pretty tame way for a young woman to make a statement about her femininity and, yes, burgeoning sexuality. And perhaps that last piece right there is what parents struggle with, and understandably so. Girls make these statements in a thousand different ways, through makeup, dress, speech, and so on. I know I did, and I'm not going to lie, there is power in that cheerleading skirt. You have to possess a certain amount of confidence to don a short skirt and jump, tumble, dance, climb, and flip in front of large crowd of people. But whether or not this sexualizes someone is a up for debate, at least in my book.   

I can already hear people saying, "You should have seen the slutty outfits the cheerleaders at my school wore!" So I will say that I think most high schools (by and large) have fairly modest cheerleading uniforms. I know mine were. I'm all for age appropriateness here. I wouldn't like my teenager wearing anything midriff-bearing and, to be honest, there would be a lot of girls who wouldn't be comfortable wearing those anyway. And for the gymnasts who tumble and stunt (which is most) the skirts are safer than say, a snow suit. 

Gender Stuff
I get this objection, I really do. Girls cheering on the sidelines while boys perform for glory and acclaim  smacks of an androcentric worldview that, in my experience anyway, speaks to a different time in history. All I can say is that what cheerleading is (or has become), in general terms, is a performance. Cheerleaders are a part of "the show." And cheerleading, with its blend of athleticism, gymnastics, dance, and high flying stunts, is nothing if not entertaining. No different than the band, the color guard, the choir, the drama club, etc. And cheerleading gave me an opportunity to travel to London to perform in a New Year's Day parade my senior year, and bigger universities even offer scholarships for cheerleading. 

My Experience
I was a gymnast growing up, and happily forsook a lot of sports and other activities early in life because of it. But around junior high I reached a crossroads: my skills had plateaued, my body had developed enough so that I was a little less aerodynamic, and my gym closed down; simultaneously, my interests started shifting more to my social life, friends, boys, clothes, makeup, etc. Cheerleading was a natural segue for way me into teenage life. Just like any other kind of team it helped shape my identity -- it gave me a sense of belonging and a group of girls with which to laugh, argue, hang out, and work towards a common goal. I also had friends (including my best friend) who weren't cheerleaders. This may not be the same at all schools, but I do think in my experience cheerleading gave you some amount of status, but status didn't necessarily give you popularity. Make sense?

The girls I cheered with possessed all the traits that I mentioned above and then some. The girls on my squad were almost all what I would term honor-roll, good kid, student leaders. Did we have a some drama? Yes. Some scandals? Yes. Did we go through all the other stuff teenage girls go through? Absolutely. Were we occasionally Mean Girls? Snobby? Brainless? Loose-Moralled? Yes. But so were a few girls I could mention (but I won't) that sang in the choir, played basketball and volleyball and softball. These things are not exclusive to cheerleading. These little dramas play themselves out all over America, in high schools, on sports teams, in youth groups alike.

When I was being interviewed to get into my Master's Program for a degree in Conflict Resolution the interviewer asked me what experience I had with resolving conflicts. The first thing that popped out of my mouth were my years of being a cheerleader.  Cheerleading requires cooperation, creativity, collaboration, diligence, practice, sacrifice, and a teachable spirit. We had summer practices at 6:00 a.m. so you also had to be an early riser! Admitting (if only to yourself) that someone else can do something better than you (and that's OK), finding your place on the team, developing mastery over something-- these are all things I learned from cheerleading. Is it for everyone? No. But it was great for me and it gave me insights into human nature I'm not sure I could have gotten anywhere else.   

In Conclusion
Sometimes, when it comes up in conversation, I tell people that I was a cheerleader, and they get a certain look in their eye and say, "Oohhh..." I can tell immediately they've gotten an image of me in their head that's probably only partially true. No, I didn't hide in the library (that's where my mother worked!) nor did I lack friends or things to do on the weekend. But I want to stop them right there and let them know I wasn't some snort of snotty Teen Queen. I do sort of wish I could go back and redo some parts of high school. To be more inclusive, to be less concerned with status, to be kind instead of merely nice. We all have moments we aren't proud of. But I never regret being a cheerleader or feel like it somehow hampered my moral/social development. In fact, I'd say that it did the opposite.

Just like so many people have a problem with Christianity because of a Christian they once knew, if your view of cheerleaders is tainted because someone who was a cheerleader once upon a time treated you unkindly, have a "come to Jesus" talk with the teenager you once were and the adult that you now are. And I also wouldn't say there aren't cheerleaders who perpetuate all the negative stereotypes, perhaps even on purpose. But, as an adult, I can see that sometimes we use negative stereotypes as a sort of shield, an armor so no one sees the insecurity, the vulnerability, the eating disorder, the bad home life, the depression, the fear of failure...the list goes on. Re-read the list of above attributes I used to describe teenagers and be honest with yourself. See that cheerleader as the girl she was, just trying to figure out life. Not to get all Paula Deen on you, but if you've never said or done anything you regret, go ahead and pick up that stone. 

So, let's all agree to stop hating on the cheerleaders. Whatever your hangups, stereotypes, or misconceptions. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and prepare to let go...Ready? Ok. 


Thursday, June 20, 2013

My First Wrinkle: A Guide for 30-Somethings and Beyond

Remember the days when you could put on sweatpants, an old t-shirt, throw your hair in a messy bun and still look fresh-faced and cute? Alas, for me, those days are long gone. What works for your teen years and throughout your 20's stops working in your 30's. When does it happen? Is there a day when you wake up and the aforementioned sweats and messy bun make you look like you might possibly be homeless rather than a perky co-ed? I don't think we'll ever know the answer to that question. But I have a new problem. I knew the day was coming but I didn't think it would be here so soon: my first wrinkle.

Ok, technically, it's 2 wrinkles. Right between my eyebrows. Here's the thing I wasn't expecting -- they aren't symmetrical. The one by my right eyebrow is a perfectly normal wrinkle, like ")" however my left eyebrow wrinkle is shaped more like ">" only not nearly so nice. So one wrinkle is a parentheses and the other is a greater-than sign. I can totally live with the parentheses (OK, I just checked and the singular of parentheses is parenthesis, who knew?). I guess I just expected them to look the same, and I am not at all pleased with the effect.

I grew up watching those Revlon commercials about not lying your age, but "defying" it. At least that was Melanie Griffith's advice (who is probably not the best role model, but hey! she did end up with Don Johnson AND Antonio Banderas, right?).  So what's a 30-Something to do? I think part of the process involves Elizabeth Kubler Ross's 5 Stages of Grief and Loss. For me this went something like

  1. Denial: That's not a wrinkle! It's just dirt! (I had been out weeding when I came inside and noticed it in the bathroom mirror for the first time). Upon scrubbing I proceeded to stage #2.
  2. Anger: "I'm only 34! Why me? Why aren't they at least symmetrical? What did I do to deserve this?"
  3. Bargaining: Maybe I can buy some really expensive wrinkle cream. Or Botox! The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills treat Botox injections like I treat getting my roots touched up.
  4. Depression: This sucks. My life is going by too fast. In my head I'm perennially 23. Reality Bites. Which is a movie most 23 year-olds today have probably never heard of. 
  5. Acceptance: You know, it could be worse. I could be like one of those Afghan women who had acid thrown on their faces. They'd probably be thrilled to have my asymmetrical wrinkles. This is the definition of a Third World Problem. The rest of me is still doing OK. A minimum of cellulite (thanks Mom!), relatively normal hip-to-waist ratio (considering I've had 3 kids), and my wardrobe is sparse but somewhat on-trend. 
And here we are. For those of us who have succumbed to the inevitable but still care about their appearance enough to make an effort, I've happened upon an insight that might just change your life. Drum roll please...ACCESSORIES! If, like me, you've never worn a lot of accessories because a) you'd rather allocate your resources to hair, makeup, and wardrobe purchases or b) you find a lot of "extra" stuff cumbersome than this is especially important to listen to. Accessories for the 30-Something is literally the fountain of youth. Accessories (think jewelry, scarves, purses, and head/hair do-dads) have gained serious real estate in my closet. 

It's all about the art of distraction. You might look at your face and see your double chin, but throw on a scarf and, while others might still take subconscious notice of your double chin, their attention will be drawn to your scarf and the totally Pinteresting way you've got it looped. And then it's all "Hey! What a cool scarf? Where did you get it? How did you tie it like that?"

For wrinkles I recommend jewelry. And purses. The more stuff you have going on the better. In fact, my hopes and dreams for Lasik surgery may be put on the back burner. Why? Two words: Hipster Glasses. In fact, I think the Hipsters are onto something with all their tattoos, fedoras, pocket chains, Chucks, and asymmetric shag haircuts. Lots of distraction going on with this group. I guess I'd rather be an aging hipster than just...aging. 

For aging in general I recommend great shoes. And for someone with feet issues this is easier said than done. This is a good place to spend a little extra money. This is all very scientific, of course, but it's common knowledge that if you can rock a pair of trendy shoes you take a visual 7 years off your age. 

When you are truly old you need to go all out. You still need accessories, but add perfume (a good strategy is once you hit 60 to start wearing about 5% more perfume every year until you hit 70, and then level off). You might be old, but thankfully, you don't have to smell like it. And probably most importantly: tech gadgets. The older you get the more you need cooler gadgets. Cameras, phones, tablets, you name it. Your gadgets will keep you young. And perhaps a Twitter account. However, by the time you hit this age you're doing pretty good if you still care whatsoever about how you look. Mostly you're probably just glad you don't have cancer. And who can blame you? 

The point is, my fellow 30-Somethings, the bloom is off the rose. I'm feminist enough to think that I should probably embrace my aging face but I'm girly enough to be all "Heck-To-The-No!" And in case you were wondering, I am not at all opposed to Botox for my wrinkles. I'm just waiting for it to be available at my local pharmacy.