If you know me at all then you would know that I love to watch reality TV. I moved to Auckland with the hopes of frolicking about and being a social 20-something. You know, like a normal college student. Those dreams were dashed when I got struck by the
bubonic plague flu, which then decided to stay with me for three weeks. It was during those three weeks that I got very well acquainted with several reality TV shows. Due to the title, it should come as no shock that I got particularly attached to one show, which is Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders: Making the Team.
1. Wow, look at all those insanely pretty girls. I bet this is going to be great for my self-esteem.
2. Of course they have to wear booty shorts. It wouldn’t be cheerleading without booty shorts.
3. And a ridiculous crop top.
4. Damn it. There goes my body confidence.
5. I should really stop eating all this candy.
7. Man, I should have continued with gymnastics. I bet I could have pulled off that weird front flip twisty thing.
8. Ha. Poor girl couldn’t tell her left from her right. I feel ya girl. I do.
9. Did they seriously just make a comment about her weight?
10. And voice?
11. And hair colour?
12. Are people really this superficial?
13. – Continues eating handful after handful of candy –
14. I should really start going to the gym.
15. I’m pretty sure I would pass out if I had to run that far and dance. Wow.
16. Damn, that kick line is awesome.
17. Why doesn’t New Zealand have cheerleaders?
18. Wait, do we have cheerleaders and I’m just being unobservant?
19. I’m going for a run this afternoon! I am going to exercise if it kills me.
20. I’m pretty friggin’ glad I’m not a cheerleader.
I have watched several seasons of the show, so I have
absolutely nothing mostly nothing against it. I feel like the show gives a fairly accurate depiction of how hard it is to get into the team and what you need to have to make it to the squad. I also feel like it’s a little superficial in the comments on hair or weight or a girl’s smile. I guess you can say that I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with the show…especially when I’m spooning a giant bag of candy.
This show has made me go from feeling completely rubbish about myself to ecstatically happy because I can eat bags of candy and no one will judge me for how jiggly my belly is. It has made me feel absolutely daunted because these girls are putting themselves out there and chasing their dream, while I’m still in college. This show has made me feel great because I see a forty-something perform for the judges and it makes me realise that there is no “cut off” date for pursuing a dream.
Good and bad, love and hate. I will probably continue watching episode upon episode of the show…but only when I have a bag of candy to keep me company.