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Cheer! by Kate Torgovnick

By Teabelly | Posted Under Book Reviews | Comments (23)



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I am sure I’ve already mentioned somewhere on here that I used to want to be a cheerleader. It was part of my whole ‘I want to be American!’ phase, where I would pout about the injustices of the world. And why wasn’t I a blonde with blue eyes? Why wasn’t I little and cute? In all honesty I’d probably still love to be a cheerleader, even though I’m not remotely girly and am uncoordinated as all hell. Not as sure about the American thing though. I’ve come to terms with my Britishness I guess. But like many people I had a distinct image in mind when thinking about cheerleaders. The perky girl, always a smile on her face, probably not too bright (I know, I’m horrible, let’s say I’ve been brainwashed by TV). How hard is it to spell out words with your arms anyway? But this isn’t just cheerleading, this is competitive cheerleading, and boy, do they want to be the best.

Kate Torgovnick likes cheerleaders too, and so she followed three teams over the course of a year as they geared up for Nationals and the hopes of winning the grand prize. Before we get to the teams there’s a nice introduction giving lots of background info on why the book is being written and the history of cheerleading. For instance, did you know that cheerleaders were originally men? It started as a way to pump up the crowd and eventually evolved into also entertaining them. And then, like many professions at the time, women took over doing World War II. It talks about the great Lawrence Herkimer who started the National Cheerleaders Association (NCA - and the competition seen in Bring it On), and the split that led to the creation of the Universal Cheerleaders Association (UCA). There are competitions for both, but cheerleaders usually have a preference.

The three squads followed are the Stephen F. Austin Lumberjacks from Texas, - they’re kinda stars in the cheer world, having won 8 national titles, 4 of them in a row (at the writing of this book). They recruit some of the best cheerleaders in the nation, since everybody wants to cheer for the best. Then there’s the Jaguars from Southern University in Louisiana. They’re having a rough time of it, trying to put together a squad with few talented kids to choose from. Katrina didn’t help them there. And they struggle to afford the trip to Nationals but are desperate to be there and show off their skills. Finally, there’s the University of Memphis All-Girl Tigers. They don’t get as much respect as the co-ed teams, with smaller scholarships and budgets, but they’re hoping to change that with a Nationals win. (Plus, the girl bases support hundreds of pounds of teammates in pyramids and all sorts of other moves, so they’ve got my respect.)

We follow the teams through try-outs and spirit camp, where old and new team members try to mesh as a team, and on through their bid to make it to Nationals, and then to the big day itself. There they’ll have just over two minutes to rock the judges and show them what they can do. One tiny mis-step can cost them the win. And you don’t want to be the person that loses it for the rest of your team. These kids might be perky, but they’re not necessarily forgiving.

We get to know the teams, some members more than others, and learn about their lives and what they love about cheerleading, and why they keep coming back. There’s also the darker side to it, as with any sport I suppose, with drugs and eating disorders making an appearance. There’s pressure on the girls to stay small and light so they can be thrown higher, and on the men to be strong, so steroids and other drugs are used, but since cheerleading is not classified as a sport, but an ‘activity’ (don’t get them started on that), there aren’t the same regulations for drug testing as there would be with American Football for example. It’s generally up to the coaches to keep on eye on their teams, and some are happy to ignore it if it means they win. And there are the injuries. Broken thumbs and other bones, constant bruises, twisted ankles, fractured skulls - they get pretty beat up. And yet they still love it and are devastated if an injury takes them out of competition.

I really didn’t expect to enjoy the book this much, but I was properly rooting for these teams. I wanted them to do well, because I felt like I’d got to know them. There’s a nice balance here so it doesn’t give you too much information on the teams, select characters really stand out, and you remember them even though there’s a lot of back and forth between the different teams. I will even confess to slightly tearing up on the bus this morning as I came to the end and finding out how one of the teams did at Nationals. The only slight problem I had in the beginning was trying to visualise the movements and stunts, but this is more my lack of imagination than a fault of the writer. She does a very good job of describing it all so you feel like you’re there. But I watched some videos online to get more of an idea, and that made it even better for me. I think Torgovnick did a great job in getting you to see cheerleaders in a new light, and giving you an insight into their world. But all in all it’s just a really great story, one that makes you want to keep on reading.

This review is part of the Cannonball Read series. For more of Teabelly’s reviews, check out her blog.









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Comments

great review - my interest is firmly piqued

Posted by: Ari at March 15, 2010 8:43 AM

After watching Bring It On this weekend I think they might be at the UCA competition. I am an excellent fact checker, obviously.

Posted by: Carrie (Teabelly) at March 15, 2010 8:49 AM

I am judging this book by its cover.

Posted by: Name: at March 15, 2010 8:51 AM

Nice review, Teabelly. I am strangely fascinted with how rabid people are about competitive cheerleading. It comes off as a sort of barely-controlled, hyper-happy, deranged lunacy packaged into deliciously toned bodies that are made asexual as a result of being the vessel through which said mental state is communicated.

Posted by: Kballs at March 15, 2010 9:17 AM

Fun times, Carrie! Now I totally want to watch Bring It On again (but not Bring It On Again, though).

I'd read the book, but I'd rather see the choreography. That's the fun part for me. Thanks for the review, though!

Posted by: Jelinas at March 15, 2010 9:21 AM

my high school's squad was sick.
they won nationals a couple of times.
i wasn't on it, but loved to watch them.
glad you reviewed this-may just have to pick it up.

Posted by: gem at March 15, 2010 10:08 AM

Is there any kissing in the book? Maybe some pillow fights?

Posted by: logan at March 15, 2010 10:49 AM

^^This.^^

Posted by: , at March 15, 2010 11:18 AM

Sounds like a good read.

I also felt the same way growing up, I was super bummed that there was no cheerleaders in Canada (at least where I lived) but even if there were, I doubt I would have made the cut.

Posted by: Alli at March 15, 2010 12:14 PM

I was a cheerleader in high school (easy, Pajibans - where I was from it was actually cool) and am delighted to know the provenance of that weird little jump known as a "Herki".

That being said, I do think the whole thing is nonsense. Why devote your energies to what is, ultimately, cheering on a bunch of dudes? Yeah, yeah, yeah - I know there are competitions and that these girls are grea athletes. I just can't see just not going into gymnastics or even just dancing, which are freestanding, far-more-legimate fields in their own right.

Posted by: samantha t at March 15, 2010 12:27 PM

I was the track and field/varsity soccer girl, and though our high school won a lot of state championships in cheering, I got into a huge pissing match with some of the girls when I refused to accept cheerleading as a sport. Is it athletic? Sure. Can it be dangerous? Sure. It is NOT a sport in and unto itself. Read George Carlin's definition of what makes a sport and you'll see what I mean.

Cheerleading (the hardcore teams at least) is a combination of gymnastics, dance, and beauty pageant. We already have gymnastics in the Olympics, so that's a sport. Dance is an activity and very hard to do, but not a sport. Beauty pageants as a whole are evil and though competitive and not a sport. Just because pieces of your activity have already been established in the sporting world, your offshoot is not a sport.

I had friends who cheered and I hung out with them and tried out the routines for fun (I know how to do some tumble moves) and it's 85% gymnastics, 10% dance movements and yelling, and 5% looking good in a ponytail and a half shirt.

To recap, cheerleading (whether Pop Warner/Collegiate/Competitive) is NOT A SPORT!!!!!

Posted by: scorzi at March 15, 2010 12:56 PM

Scorzi - as I'm sure you can tell, I don't consider cheerleading a sport, either.

Posted by: samantha t at March 15, 2010 1:13 PM

One thing that WAS a guilty pleasure for me was watching MTV True Life: I'm An Inner City Cheerleader. They showed it after True Life: I'm A Competitive Cheerleader. Of course the competitive girls were from the Midwest and all white with huge budgets and the school rose and set on the team, but the inner city (a.k.a mostly black) girls didn't necessarily have the lifts, but the dancing was amazing. It was literally like watching the movie Bring It On. The white girls had the mechanical stuff down, but the blacks and latinas brought the actual SKILLS. Plus, seeing the bitchy white girls' faces at competitions when they realized they had no butts and no soul were priceless.

Posted by: scorzi at March 15, 2010 3:17 PM

I was a high school varsity cheerleader.
The big injuries-torn rotator cuff, fractured my little finger at least four times (there is an audible crack every time I bend it) and a broken nose and upper jaw (resulting in the permanent loss of four teeth) when my spotter didn't catch me. On the plus side, I have really pretty caps on that side of my mouth now. Also I can cover up two black eyes and a swollen face with a little bit of maybeline and a smile. Perhaps not the greatest skill to teach young girls, but I would be a valuable asset to any underground fight club.

I also played varsity softball. In cheer, I had practice six days a week with games and competitions taking up most of my weekends. I had weight training in the morning, dance classes at lunch and responsibilities to my team mates that I took far more seriously than my studies or social life. Softball was five nights a week with games on Fridays and the weekends sometimes. Oh and awesome parties.

Cheerleading is a sport. I have never understood how it is different, except that the traditional uniforms are girly and cute and cheerleaders are thought to be slutty bimbos. While I can't argue against the slutty bimbo stereotype (I would say 50-75%), the same can be said about football/hockey/baseball players. Except they are mostly male and therefore dumb jocks who are cool because they sleep around.

So it must be because anything that is feminine and girly is somehow considered less, even though I doubt any guy or girl that plays basketball has the guts to stand on a pyramid made up of their teammates and then launch themselves into the air trusting in two girls who were doing a kegstand in the parking lot minutes before to catch them.

A sport is something requiring athletic prowess where individuals compete to be the best. Scorzi I can drink you under the table and beat you at arm wrestling, two skills I excelled at because of my high school athletic career. Oh and then I can give you a make-over because I am a bad-ass girly-girl.


Posted by: Jennifer at March 15, 2010 10:35 PM

Jennifer,

In my entire sporting career I did swimming (5 years), both indoor and outdoor track and field (4 years) iceskating and gymnastics when I was a little girl (2 years), boxing (5 years), and varsity/club/travel soccer (15+ yrs), including a Div 2 university.

I've done the hours-long practices, running in the snow and rain, vomiting from speed drills in high August, sprained toes, fallen arches, pus-filled blisters, dislocating everything there is to dislocate, 5 mile runs, scars everywhere from cleat marks, broke my nose three times playing college soccer and have been told if I break it again I'll need plastic surgery. I don't need to brag about what I went through for boxing, because if you've seen boxing you'll know how much one sweats, bleeds and gets hit in the head and face.

I stay away from alcohol now because alcoholism runs in my family, but at the height of my drinking I could do eight rum and cokes and ten shots of tequila (not proud of that anymore.)

Why don't they just call cheerleading "dance gymnasts"? That's what you're doing! You're dancing and doing gymnastic tricks! Just like ice dancing...it's just skating, with dancing!

If "A sport is something requiring athletic prowess where individuals compete to be the best" as you say, are we including bowling in that? Billiards? Curling? Horseshoes? Those things take talent to do and individuals compete to be the best, don't they?

Cheerleading is also not necessarily judging on athleticism alone. Why the curled and sprayed hair and lipstick? The glitter eyeshadow? If you want people to respect you as an athlete then focus on the talent! Stop making little girls put on eyeshadow and taking points off for not smiling. In all my years of soccer and boxing, I never won a match or a game by a judge telling me, "Well, you were losing, by since you had that Maybelline coating your lashes, we HAD to give you the trophy!" Women are allowed to be strong and athletic and winners and role models without having to cheer for men (which is what cheerleaders started as), or putting crap on their faces so they can look more "feminine."

I don't NEED a makeover. When I played sports I took off my jewelry, popped my mouthguard in, tied my hair back with a bandanna and prepared to kick some ass. I saved my makeup and hairspray for more important things--like work and dates and putting it on when I felt I wanted to, not when a coach told me I HAD to wear it to gain favor.

Like I said before, I had friends who were cheerleaders. I played around with them and was able to lift them while they did heel stretches, basket tosses, and even when they had to cradle out. I already knew how to do handstands, cartwheels, round offs and back hand springs from fooling around and doing gymnastics as a little kid. As long as you're in decent shape and have upper arm strength you can lift another person.

In high school our cheerleading squad were state champs, along with the varsity soccer team I was on. Our school had a senior day, where each sports team switched with another sports team to try out their gear, practice drills, etc and see what it was like to play that sport for a day. All of the cheerleaders were at their peak condition (no out of shape girls that sat on the sidelines) and the same went for the soccer team. The cheerleaders and soccer players switched for the day, and it was interesting to see the cheerleaders (most of whom had insisted that their activity was a sport) struggle doing soccer practices. They weren't used to the long runs (we did a few miles as a team), they couldn't do wind sprints, and although they could do the hand/eye coordination and run around and kick the ball, they were shocked at how hard the undergraduate players hit when fighting for the ball. They had no idea in soccer (which 98% of the world plays) that it takes skill to head the ball, it takes brute strength to slide tackle someone, and it takes endurance to run up and down a field the size of a football field for an hour without getting sick or cramping up.

To recap what I said the other day: Gymnastics + Dance + Beauty Pageant = Cheerleading. One sport and two activities combined. Just because it's a midwestern/southern thing and wholesome as apple pie doesn't make it a sport.

Relating to soccer, even if you don't like it, you can't argue it's not a sport. Any event where players have played with taped up broken legs, a goalie was shot and killed when he lost the World Cup for his team, 98% of the world plays it (some in abject squalor and in the most remote places on earth) and where people have risked jail and death to play or simply watch a game (see: Nepal, Tibet, Iran) I think it at LEAST trumps cheerleading.

Put that in your Maybelline and smoke it.

Posted by: scorzi at March 16, 2010 12:22 PM

For me, the reason cheerleading simply isn't a sport is because it is merely a service arm to male sports teams, PARTICULARLY at the highest levels.

Posted by: samantha t at March 16, 2010 12:38 PM

Those girls in the header pic could stand to lose a few pounds. Bunch of fatties there. Look, that one doesn't even have ribs showing. Fatty fatty tubs of lard. No man will want an assload like you, elephant-butt. Better drop 10 ... no, make it 15 pounds, hippo. No food for you, two weeks!

Hey, I can SEE you eating that lipstick, Bryttanneeee. Drop it, right now, and spit that out, fat-ass. You make me want to puke. But instead, I want to see YOU puke, lard-o. Here's a bucket, give me a gallon, right now, or you're off the team!

*sits back to watch cheerleader self-esteem crumble, chortles*

Posted by: , at March 17, 2010 12:48 AM

I have no horse in this race since I hate all sports no matter what. So:

98% of what you wrote in your post, Scorzi, doesn't count as an argument for or against anything. It's you stating random shit and trying to prove it's why cheerleading doesn't count.

Why not let cheerleading count? We consider golf a sport, don't we?

Posted by: Sara at March 17, 2010 1:00 AM

We consider golf a sport, don't we?

I had that same thought. Man, golf is stupid. But then so are a lot of other sports.

Posted by: Carrie at March 17, 2010 5:58 AM

I did read this and I loved it. I can honestly say I wasn't a cheerleader or any "typical" athlete. I was a big participant in a sport where if you weren't bleeding you were not doing it right. If you broke something, you taped it and continued. You blistered and you shrugged. Masochism is smiled on, not to mention encouraged. Eating disorders were practically required. And all the while you were supposed to look pretty and smile. I think this sport is more commonly known as ballet.

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