I am not a big time TV watcher. Sometimes if I am doing something extremely mindless, I will turn it on as background noise. But most of the time I just scream, “why do I pay $150 a month for something I don’t turn on!!” And then I remember my guilty pleasures and sign on the line.
There are four things I will go nuts for on television: anything on the Lifetime network; the show Friday Night Lights; any beauty pageant at all; and all cheerleader reality shows, especially Cheerleader Nation. When actually written out, that makes me look like a very shallow Texan teenager with extremely high levels of estrogen.
This is not the case! I blame the cheerleading thing on years and years of competitive gymnastics as a kid. I remember flying through the air in a leotard and how much I loved it and curse the mid-atlantic region for not being a more cheerleader-friendly area. Surely, if I had grown up in Dallas I would have taken my gymnastics background and flipped and twisted my way through high school and college, like the gals on Cheerleader Nation.
I’m not exactly sure how I came across the Lifetime gem filmed in Lexington, Kentucky, but as soon as I did, I was hooked. And now the show is being re-aired! It just so happens that I have a kindred soul at work, as Ali is also manically obsessed with the show. When things are slow we recite cheers and google the crap out of all the girls who were on the national championship team. Chelsea! (knocked up and at the University of Kentucky), Amanda (cheering for Tennessee), Ryan (cheering for Alabama) and all the rest of them keep us entertained for hours.
And maybe even more than the girls, we love their coaches, Saleem and Ms. Martin. Today we discovered that Saleem has his own series of expert DVDs available on Amazon. I bet the award-winning coach can even teach lunatic magazine journalists how to cheer. As you can imagine, they are at the top of our Amazon wish lists. Go Dunbar!