One thing that my educational years seemed to have missed out on in some ways is the whole school spirit thing. I do remember going to at least one pep rally at my high school, but that was because for the first time in twenty years or so, my school’s football team finally stood a chance at winning the championship. I know we had some gals with pompoms and uniforms, but I don’t really remember there being any Cheerleader Auditions.

I love the idea of women competing against one another to show off which girl is the prettiest and in the high school mythology of American television, it helps to uncover, which bitches can be the cattiest and which chicks are the most popular among the crowd of cheering wannabes. I mean that’s what makes it more than just a sexy little outfit with silly looking dances the spell out words.

What makes a cheerleader the ultimate fantasy babe is that she represents the unattainable ideal of not just pimply faced young males, but the dashing of hopes for plenty of fresh-faced females that are not as pretty, ambitious, or popular enough, to make the cut. There’s nothing like making out with the winner in a battle to crush some loser’s dreams.

Nevertheless, from my experience, it seems that the whole cheerleader fantasy thing is as much a turn on for some of the ladies as it is for the guys. I mean some chicks really dig it that they can still fit in their cheerleading outfits years after the fact. While other times, maybe there’s a woman or two, well past her teens who just wants to live out that youthful goal which was never achieved. You know whom I mean.

She was the gal that was just too chubby, too passive, or too unpopular to win a spot on the squad. Now, she’s a woman who has lost the baby fat and the inferiority complex to become a grownup overachiever. She can’t literally go back in time to hang out with the jocks, but she can put her little short skirt on with her letterman jacket and pretend her hubby, or boyfriend is a touchdown scoring quarterback.

That lets her man relive his glory days on the gridiron. If he wasn’t the high school football hero, or the college jock then he too can live out that unachieved athletic prowess by showing his skills and talents in the bedroom, which have only come with experience. Now ladies, the dude scoring the winning touchdown, or the stud making sure you achieve an earth-shattering climax, which fellow do you really want to cheer for heading up your team?