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Journalists aren't supposed to be cheerleaders.
The true misfits are the ones who don't think they are.
Sometimes the concepts that ground us in quiescent certainty are the same ones that cast us into pelting hailstorms of insurmountable disbelief.
An elite confederacy of nerds. My peeps
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away.
I couldn't hope to be in anything better than 'Misfits.' The reaction from fans has been mental. The weirdest thing is when people tell me I'm their inspiration. I can't believe I get fan mail, and loads of free clothes. Adidas sent me lots of stuff; it's wicked!
a confused heap of mingle-mangle").
I understand why political leaders in the beginning want to be cheerleaders to generate optimism. But to admit that they didn't understand the depths of the problem afterwards, I found a little bit surprising.
We're feminists. We're doing something that only guys are expected to do and doin' it right! At our concerts we'll do one hard-core rap song and then do one where we'll be real sexy.
2) Members will attend events together as a group, including, but not limited to, Homecoming, Prom, parties, and other couply events, despite possibly being labeled as freaks and getting jealous looks from guys who wish we were their hot dates, but instead have to settle for some lame wannabe.
I'm not a cheerleader. I'm not trying to pretend to be sweet and then come out and be bad. This is who I am.
The best thing at the tournament were the cheerleaders.
A good leader brins the lady partner dance level to a superior level.
Cheerleaders deserve a lot of respect for what they do.
The enemy, self-consciousness, is creeping up on them and Gibbsy or Biggsy is the first to crack, declaring that the music is shit and everyone stops dancing immediately as if a spell has been broken.
Maverick is a word which appeals to me more than misfit. Maverick is active, misfit is passive.
Poltroons, cowards, skulkers and dastards.
Black Mafia. If they don't understand that, they ain't gangsta. I just watched TV and Bill Parcells kissed two or three of them boys ... it's a Mafia thing.
Groupies? Did BDSM have groupies?
Wigger: a young white who wants desperately to be down with hip-hop, who identifies more strongly with Black culture than white. (What's disturbing about this expression is its racist implications: if white kids down with hip-hop are "wiggers," what does that make Black kids down with hip-hop?)
People who go out and try to be a rebel at night,
Try to make up for the fact that they settled in life.
These are the cafeteria ladies. I call them Millie, Billie, and Tilly. I think they're part of a government program to get rid of the middle school population in this country, one lunch at a time.
Male groupies gettin' shaky when I come from the rear.
All my friends were cheerleaders, and I was the girl who hung out at home. I just worked on my music all the time.
Come on, Cabel," Carrie says. "Let me give you a ride, at least. Unless you want Shay to- hey, here she comes now." Carrie titters, her eyes dancing.
Cabel's eyes grow wide. He slips into the backseat of Carrie's car without a word. "Get me outta here. Fuckin' creepy cheerleaders.
REBEL, n. A proponent of a new misrule who has failed to establish it.
Sneaks, spies, defenders, heroes, masterminds, tenacious bastards - it doesn't matter what you call us. We're the ones who will do whatever it takes to stop those who believe they're entitled to wealth and power at the expense of others."
"The family business," Yelena said, smiling.
Standing out like a punk guitarist in a mariachi band.
I don't want to hear another negative word about cheerleaders. If it weren't for cheerleaders, who would tell us when and how to be happy during athletic events? If it weren't for cheerleaders, how would America's prettiest girls get the exercise that's so vital to a healthy life?
Cheerleading was not a hit: "What am I doing here, Mommy? I'm freezing cold and I'm cheering for a bunch of boys to win a game! Who cheers for me?" (Exactly, Adolpha. Exactly.)
I want to be a cheerleader for women who have never even considered running for office or being involved in a campaign, but who in the quietness of their hearts might think, 'Why not me?'
My sister the booty police.
There is nothing about a bad situation that fourteen hyper cheerleaders can't worsen.
One of those middle-aged mediocrities so common in London clubs who have no enemies, but are thoroughly disliked by their friends;
At Girl Scouts, we create leaders.
The saviors of the world, society's last hope.
The best dancer appeared to be considered the one who could whoop the loudest, jump the farthest, and utter the most excruciating noise.
Giving one another the rather embarrassed grins of people who know that they've just been part of a synchronized making-a-fool-of-yourself team.
Not bad for a bunch of castoffs and misfits.
After years of feeling like a misfit, I've realized that the world is full of other misfits, all of us identifying with Hobbits - - the little guys whom no one else respects. And who quietly end up changing the course of history.
Wimps lift Weights, Cheerleaders lift People
romping in pedagogically forbidden territory. They
La di da di, we likes to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody.
The actual cheerleaders in our film are all Broadway dancers.
Groupies to me, were people who followed you around. Familiar faces who were always there, asking for autographs. We have more of those now, but they're not sexual.
They separate us into groups. The Ringleaders and the Others. I belong to the Ringleaders because my weak, pathetic, traitorous, fundamentally base peers point to me when someone asks them who is in charge.
I didn't go to high school, but when I did go to school, I was actually in the group made up of cheerleaders; I just wasn't one of them. But I hung out with a bunch of different kids.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
fractious, four-legged children of Satan,
My co-founder and great friend Glynnis MacNicol is only a chat box away and gives me the support (and tough love!) needed to remember who I am and what I'm worth. You can't be your own cheerleader all of the time. Be there to support your friends and let them support you.
They called themselves "The Febs," which was an acronym for "Four-eyed Bastards.
Girls moved around in football huddles, the way they always do, wearing lots of makeup and spaghetti-strap tops and brightly coloured trousers and shoes that looked like torture devices.
accomplices. This helped assure that the crowd would now move on to the next stage of the sound-and-light show - which
The Beats are really nothing more than a troop of malevolent Boy Scouts trying to earn badges for cultural arson.
Lexie was the leader of the bobble heads. They were a group of girls best described as perfect, plastic, fake and hollow headed, hence the name bobble heads.
[On a high school visit by Destiny's Child:] Then they appeared, golden Glamazons resplendent in hot pants the size of a dryer sheet and gold stiletto boots. The kids in the front row, clearly on funkiness overload, had the walleyed look of the Today's Catch section of the supermarket.
Who were these people, all of them young couples, a few fabulous ones, tall thin-haired blondes with toned men in perfectly pressed jeans
neither fearing the loss of the other.
Dance, you jazz-mad puppets of fate, and
A "grouplet" - a small, self-organized team that has almost no budget and even less authority, but that tries to change something within the company.
What do you mean, I'm a wild front man! I'm jumping all over, I do the dance moves ...
Making your moves, paying your dues, chasing the cool.
Every clique is a refuge for incompetence. It fosters corruption and disloyalty, it begets cowardice, and consequently is a burden upon and a drawback to the progress of the country. Its instincts and actions are those of the pack.
You know, in the 1970's, when I was in high school, I belonged to a band called the Happy Funk Band. Until an unfortunate typo caused us to be expelled from school.
I am overachieving at aimlessness, I am a type-A, alpha-girl lollygagger, the leader of a gang of heartbroken kids, running wild across this lonely strip of amusements, each of us smarting from the betrayals of a loved one.
Puppets, zeitgeisty dressed, they dance on the edge of fire-breathing volcanoes -
lack of emotion in their faces.
I had come looking for a parade, for a military review of champions marching in ranks. Instead I was left with a brawl of ancestors, a herd of dissenters, sometimes marching together but just as often marching away from each other.
Leadership involves finding a parade and getting in front of it.
rep" squad - the all-star
Cofishes-other fish in a group, coworkers, cohorts, etc. Shut up, it's a word.
A jostling scrum of office buildings so mediocre that the only way you ever remember them is by the frustration they induce - like a basketball team standing shoulder to shoulder between you and the Mona Lisa.
Dancing Master of the On-Going"
-Scott Wannberg-
In such a band, a woman could have sex and form intimate bonds with several men (and women) simultaneously, and all of the band's adults cooperated in parenting its children.
Preps are like cheerleaders, except less jumpy
Every one a drum major leading a parade of hurts, marching with our bitterness.
We have all been called to be foot-washers".
~R. Alan Woods [2006]
I love music, and I love drumlines. I like school bands a lot. There's nothing wrong with cheerleading, but I'd rather be a band geek. It's a little more interesting.
Those who hear not the music think the dancers mad.
Yet I've noticed the same thing when your band plays - the most amazing social coherence, as if you all shared the same brain."
"Sure," agreed 'Dope', "but you can't call that organization."
"What do you call it?"
"Jass.
My dancers are the real stars,
They are the men of fancy, the favourites of the sex, who outwardly respect, and inwardly despise the weak creatures whom they thus sport with.
Misfits need a place to get away, too. All that trying to fit in is exhausting.
I dance with the dancers.
We stand for creativity and pushing boundaries and having fun with one's music.
commotion and flurry.
They were drones, men costumed in independent thought who'd become slaves of party groupspeak. (p. 4)
It's hard to be the one that stands out when, you know, in a ballet company, you're trying to create unison and uniform when you're in a corps de ballet.
Certain element - a few crazies - that don't have anything to do. They shot out two streetlights on Goodwinter Boulevard last night. When I was a kid we smashed pumpkins and strung trees with toilet paper on Halloween, but this new generation does it all year round.
Elite warriors, when they accomplish their mission, they celebrate.
( ... )"Flapper" - the notorious character type who bobbed her hair, smoked cigarettes, drank gin, sported short skirts, and passed her evenings in steamy jazz clubs, where she danced in a shockingly immodest fashion with a revolving cast of male suitors.
Ah, jeez ... She really is a cheerleader.' And it seemed suddenly that this was true- not because she was an airhead or a hottie or a nonjock, but because she could throw herself so wholeheartedly into someone else's cause, because she could care so much and try so hard from the sidelines.
I was a cheerleader for nine years!
They're a symbol of the whole town, pretending to fight, love, weep and laugh all the time - and they're phonies, all of them. And I head the list ... their phony hearts were dripping with the milk of human kindness.
Well, I never danced with the 'Pips' - they didn't let me dance!
A gang of unpredictable ruffians by day who turned to enthralling storytellers after dark. I would sometimes join them, and listen for a great part of the night to some of the finest fairy tales and most romantic legends it has ever been my fortune to hear.
Girls in this industry sabotage one another.
We play a hip-hop song and suddenly 25 people on the left jump up and put their hands in the air; then you play Lost Cause and they're like, I don't know about this one.
The troop whose captain is (apparently) not managing it, but whose girls manage themselves under the Scout laws, is the ideal troop.
Dancing cheek to cheek.
The bands were everywhere, close and faraway, a blend of discordant noise. He passed close to one now, a half-dozen drummers pounding away, a sergeant leading them in a rhythm that was no rhythm at all, and behind, men with fifes, squealing out something that had no resemblance to a song.
The loudest cheerer gets the loudest cheers
I wanted to dismantle the bollocks that there's a military structure to a gang, with a leader, second leader, the good looking one, first babe, second babe. It's far more arbitrary than that and their values shouldn't be romanticised. They aren't something you want to sign up to.