two glasses of wine later and I’m ready to share with you the philosophical feminist thoughts I’m having on competitive cheerleading.
To me, cheerleading is a metaphor modern-day feminism. In which, still, the vast majority of participants are female, however there are a growing number of male participants as well. While most female participants adhere to societies expectations for females (perfect hair, makeup, etc at all times) they break out of gender roles by being assertive, sassy, bold and athletic, not allowing anyone to overtake them and throwing themselves out there with everything they have. The men also break out of gender roles to an extent by participating in the glitz and showmanship of cheerleading whilst also retaining the ‘masculine’ athleticism that cheer requires. They support their female peers at all costs and treat them as simply ‘teammates’ rather than ‘a woman who needs my help’, seeing as the women they tend to be supporting (the flyers) are accomplishing incredibly dangerous feats which are primarily achieved from their own skill. In short, women can be dominant, be the best and know they’re the best and accomplish a wondrous amount while still looking rad as fuck and the men in the space not bitching and complaining about it because they know that they are equals.