Some crazy shit punctuated a mostly boring week on the internet—but there were also some quiet hidden gems. Highlights: Maybe I want to be a cheerleader, the neverending status game, the myth of self-reliance, Harry and Meghan, the hanged men, the worlds of N.K. Jemisin, American Dirt, the Internet of Beefs, Joe Rogan’s love for Bernie Sanders, and Black lesbian twitter exploded.
I love Cheer! I don’t know how quickly I watched the new Netflix series but it was VERY fast≠. The show follows “a super-elite squad of cheerleaders at Navarro College, a junior college in Texas, as they train to defend their title at the national cheerleading championship in Daytona Beach, Florida.” Throughout the series the history of cheerleading and all of the stereotypes it engenders are discussed, as well as, perhaps most importantly, all of the cheerleaders that break the stereotypes that “she’s the popular girl, the tan girl, the blonde girl, the skinny girl, and almost always the white girl. She’s a queen bee. She’s straight, and her boyfriend plays football. She’s not particularly smart. She generally has money. And her status as a cheerleader is mostly for show: an opportunity to wear a costume that announces, over and over again, her place in the social hierarchy.” Cheer shows us that “all kinds of people become cheerleaders, for all kinds of reasons and all kinds of rewards.”