This is the “Mance Team” from West Forsyth high school…and I know I should have some snarky comment cued up about how all these guys are just orphans that were molested by the clergy before they were raised out in the woods by a pack of wild cockatoos before they were thrust into the high school scene to show that even guys that wear cheerleader outfits can be embraced by an originally abrasive student body, but really I’m at a loss. I’d wash my eyes out with something, but I’m already blind. Blind and fabulous. But mostly blind.
Like many of you With Leather readers, I like cheerleaders, in particular those young lasses who cheer at the college level. Frankly, I cannot get enough of them. The combination of attractiveness, perkiness and generally limited and somewhat naïve worldview is an intoxicating elixir indeed.
Unfortunately, due to my crippling shyness and a multitude of court orders, I have never had the ability to get as close to them as I would like. Thank goodness for the internet, right?
I assume there is a substantial intersection of you who not only read With Leather but also read their fine sister site, Kissing Suzy Kolber. And I, like many of you once again, were disappointed to see the end of Sexy Friday. Sometimes, great things sadly run their course, yet even though we can understand why it had to end, it doesn’t make it any easier to accept.
As many a lot some a couple of you are Upstate Underdog is aware of, I do a bit over at the Sportress where I profile “SI’s Cheerleader of the Week,” which can be found, um, weekly, at Extra Mustard. The folks at EM do a write-up and include a photo gallery for some special college gal and then I superficially poke fun at the slightest imperfection of either their body or character. It’s a real hoot.
However, every once in a while, a comely girl SI puts out there really catches my eye and before you know it, I’m not wearing pants and find myself awkwardly explaining myself to campus police at some university.
Due to that, I’m electing to temporarily bring Sexy (Friday) back for one day to celebrate two of these fine young ladies: ASU’s Lisa Charisse Blanco and this week’s Cheerleader of the Week, FIU’s Vanessa Marrero. Enjoy.
This is nothing more than your garden-variety “High school students somewhere in America sell raunchy shirts of horses fingercuffing cheerleader from rival school while exchanging an equine high-five of sorts.” But everyone else is posting it, so I feel compelled to weigh in on it, even though its actual relevance to sports is significantly small.
Actual “show your school spirit” shirt sold by students to “support team.”
Those “vias” were a feminist law professor blog, and Jezebel, which is basically Cosmo in first-draft form. Anyway, it’s almost inconceivable that this is being sold by anyone other than a handful of students in some sort of underground market. Furthermore, said kids probably can’t even wear them to school. And “supporting the team” has been misinterpreted in the comments of both sites: the school isn’t seeing any money from the sale of these tees. And it’s a good thing, because the objectification of young girls wearing skimpy outfits and jumping along the sidelines uttering cheers any 8-year-old could concoct while the men are doing all the work in the field is just horrendous…except when it’s being done by cartoon Equidae of the animal kingdom. Eat your heart out, Eeyore. Among other things. Thanks, John. Also. Read the rest of this entry »
Kickoffs for the early games are just around the corner and I’m sure there are some degenerate gamblers out there still hemming and hawing over which teams they should wager their kid’s insulin money on. Fear not, Weed is here for you. And since picking games is as useless a pursuit as cruising the high school parking lot for dates, let’s try a more unconventional method: general cheerleader attractiveness.
That’s right. I’ll be making my picks for the afternoon games based solely on which image of a team’s cheerleader I found via Google Image Search tickles my fancy more. Why not, I say.
Note: did you know that the Chicago Bears, Cleveland Browns, Detroit Lions, Green Bay Packers, New York Giants and Pittsburgh Steelers don’t have cheerleaders? The hell? Who runs these teams? Boob-hating communists? Consequently, no picks will be made involving games with these jagoff teams. For shame.
Jacksonville might be the only team sport that has more cheerleaders in its stadium than it does fans. That works for us. We can only hope that the teams that do have cheerleaders follow suit. Those outfits are great in the summertime, which is probably why girls in replica jerseys are so eager to show us their racks after a few beers. They just can’t get any ventilation under there.
I was going to make a joke along the lines of cheerleaders ensuring that America will never have a female president unless Caster Semenya became an American citizen, but then I realized that such a quip would falter technically, as naturalized citizens are ineligible for the presidency here, which would be great if Osama ever decided to run for governor of Texas. Hey, I’m sure that guy hates Mexicans as much as anyone. I guess I’ll have to come up with some other piece of “humor” to kick this post off. I can’t just kick it off with boob talk. That’s just what the boobs will be expecting. via.
