Miss America, my ass!

I'm so friggin sick of these mailings from the pageant. I don't need a reminder of what that life is life. I hated modeling then, I assume I'll hate it now. Besides, I'm too old to win, but just young enough to "compete". Thank God the letters will cease next year when I'm 25.
Oh, and why in the world would I want to be Miss Delaware when I hail from suburban Philly? I'm no traitor. Let these farm folk from "Dela-where?" have their opportunity.

I see little sense in what I look like in a bathing suit dictating my qualifications to be Miss America. Talent? Hmm... I sing. But that's what American Idol is for. I'm an athlete, but that's what Arnold Sports Festival, Fitness Championships, and the Olympics are for. I love music, but if I thought I was good enough to play, I'd have already started a band, attempted to sign with a record label, or even as small as (oh, I dunno...) gone to MUSIC SCHOOL. If you have political aspirations, talk with your county treasurer or mayor. It's quicker and far less painful than trying to get airtime when there's little chance your town is even watching the program. Be like everybody else and start from the bottom, working your way up. It feels good. You know, that concept of working to earn what you want?

I have little respect for a spectacle that began in 1921 but didn't include members of racial minorities until the 70's. At least it's mostly about winning scholarships now..... but in the beginning, wasn't it a BEAUTY contest? And yes, superficial as it sounds, it was about your looks, grace, and femininity. So WTF, cap'n? These girls who don't do crap but are smart and kind are winning nowadays. Um, isn't that what Math Counts and the Debate Team and Language placement exams are for? Goodness! Stop invading what little these anorexic, blonde-highlighting airheads have and stick to your academic goals within your academic setting! If you want to go to college, maybe you should have done a little better on your SATs. That takes 11 years of schooling. Not a few hours of a pageant. If you're really honest about charity and outreach programs, start your own! Don't be all talk.

Correct me if I'm wrong (because it's very possible - I don't pay much attention to these events) but if you're married or have children, you can't compete? That's bull-crap. What does having a family take away from your "beauty, grace, and femininity"? If anything (and thinking of the 1920's or even up to the 1950's homelife), wasn't a woman's place.... to have kids? Dude, women didn't have the right to vote until August 1920. Maybe they got greedy and obsessed with things to vote on, so they started this pageant. I'm just rambling, you know... don't mind me.

My last comment of the day, I promise: The winner most always takes a striking image to a "hot" movie star of the era. I mean, come on! 1921, who wins the Miss America pageant: Margaret Gorman. And who was the popular screen actress at that time? Mary Pickford. Compare their photos if you don't trust me. 1986, Susan Akin won. I swear she looks like Heather Locklear. 2010? Caressa Cameron, said to look like a black Angelina Jolie.

So much for baby steps

I let PoleHappy.com take over my life - and I'm glad to have done so. www.facebook.com/PoleHappy has over 300 fans, a store is on the way, and I'm full of high hopes.

I feel like I need to start from scratch again - muscle conditioning, pole bruises, flexibility... Over three weeks in bed ruined my posture! I can't sit upright comfortably anymore: not at the table, not in the car, especially not at work :( I seriously wish I had my own pole at home. Hmm... Christmas present to me?

The YouTube channel is coming. I'm so excited. It'll document our trips to Expos, Conventions, Faires, Festivals, you name it. Here's what we're looking forward to in 2011:

• Celtic festival
• renaissance faires
• tattoo conventions
• fetish ball
• steampunk parlor
• sci-fi expos
• fire festivals
• wicked winter fairs
• pirate/ghost hunts
• anime convention
• pole dance competitions
• mud runs
• holiday parties
• just plain making asses of ourselves

TK is working on his webcomic. Most importantly, we're setting up a server for the entire site.

Gosh, that whole list above reminded me that I need outfits! Renaissance garb, steampunk Victorian-era dress, anime cosplay costume, (god help me create) a Star Trek get-up, and I'll also be needing a bellydance skirt and veil.

Pole Happy website

Sitting alone in bed for now the third week really messes the head.... so I did what my resources allowed me to do: waste energy and time involved with the internet.

facebook got old very quickly and so I search for what seemed like forever for pole dance....stuff. Turns out, I couldn't find an online community for pole dancing, pole fitness, or pole sport that was public OR free, so I did what my OCPD told me to do -- thus, polehappy.com for men and women

It'll be in baby steps. I've only been working on this for a few days, so bear with me, people. I hope to have a logo in the next couple of days.

It feels so good to be productive. Plus, it's a bonus I can do all this for (in my opinion) a good cause. If nothing else, this aims to promote the SPORT of pole dancing.

Let me know what you think!

Body vs Spirit

Even with a broken toe I managed to get my ass to the pole studio's Halloween Party. I refuse to stay home wallowing in self-pity and writhing in pain.
I called TK and practically made him stop by the nearest Halloween costume store and read off names of outfits.... hours before the party started. Now that's a friend! He even drove me to the party.
I ended up with this bizarre butterfly get-up; It's what you get for being desperate and waiting last-minute. I tried to get in touch with my Druid spirituality and embrace the fact I was symbolizing a beautiful part of nature, rebirth, and new beginnings. I got "sexiest costume" - I play the fact that I was the only one at the party wearing any color (besides one gentleman in surgeon's blue scrubs. I can't see too much that's sexy about limping, but apparently I pulled it off.