Manolo says, it is Tuesday, time to see what the Manolo is…
Yesterday evening, depsite himself, the Manolo watched several episodes of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team. Frankly, the Manolo could not tear himself away. It was like the train wreck, terrible and compelling at the same time.
In many respects this show it had the similar dynamic to the great ballet movies of the past: beautiful young womens being tormented and driven hard by bitterish, domineeering, slightly-past-their-prime hags.
But instead of the stern Russian Madame ballet mistress, it is the pair of the hard-faced former Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders who run things.
And the final product of all of the effort and the trauma and the tears was not the supreme work of balletic art, but the group of 36 scantily-clad hotties who can shake their badonkadonks to the tune of “Redneck Woman” while thousands of slavering yokels shout encouragement.
Don’t forget the etiquette lessons!
Undoubtedly, this show could provide material for several good dissertations.