I am obsessed with the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader show on CMT. Season after season, I have watched as 100 pound girls with double d’s proclaim to be “all real” or as 105 pound girls are asked to “tone up.” I love the auditions. I follow some of the girls on twitter. I get sad when my favorites are cut. I am thrilled when the team is announced.
Basically, I am addicted. But I am not alone. After a viewing it last week, the youngest boy in the house keeps asking me if “we have any cheerleader shows on the tv.”
“No, baby, it is only on one time a week. Why do you like that show so much?”
“Oh, you think they are nice?”
“It looks like they only have on underwear, AND they are pretty.”