Ashamed though I am today confessing, I once hated cheerleaders. Actually, once is too small a word because it was truthfully decades and hate is too strong a word because I have never really hated anything except peas and brussel sprouts. As second of five girls growing up in the era of budding feminism however - I definitely was not a fan. Why, if it was so important I wondered, didn’t boys cheer for girls? The disparity caused me to view cheerleading on the whole as suspect and their forced smiles in particular as degrading to our gender. Then God, in all his wisdom, gave me daughters…
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