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Real Dancers in a Fake World

“Unfortunately, and I hate to say this, but in this industry looks are very important…” said the lady.

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I had just finished auditioning for a dancing gig at one of the hottest entertainment companies out there. I stood there and listened, live, as the hiring manager gave me the same feedback she gave all the other girls who danced before me. She was sweet and honest, so I had no reason not to smile in the name of honesty. I nodded in agreement, making sure she understood that I understood how this business works. After all, I’ve done this many times before. I just wanted to share this one with you all.

Not sure if I mention it anywhere on my blog, but I’m a born-dancer. I love dancing. Never went to school for it, but give me a beat and I’ll dance my ass off like a pro! (Ahem, self-promotion.) However, regardless of my skills, it is hard to get in the industry if “professional” training never happened.

I’m a freelancer with a short resume trying to get back in the game. The only kind of dancing I can get into without a big portfolio, it seems, is go-go dancing (club dancing), which I’m totally okay with. The problem is that the majority of entertainment companies are hiring girls based solely on the “eye-candy” bullshit. And to meet that standard girls must have breasts the size of their heads. You get the point.

I can’t say all companies are like that — as I said, I was a go-go dancer myself and it worked out for me. But once a girl is in it, she sort of has to fake it if her boobs don’t pop up enough. (“How we fake it,” will be in my book!)

What upsets me is that 1) they do this all for men’s amusement; and 2) physical appearance rules over skills. This society is obsessed with pleasing men, WTF?! No offense to the good fellas, but I think it’s ridiculous how much emphasis is put on the male’s perspective. And, DAMN you, mainstream! I was home doing my workout once and a song by rapper Ludacris came up on my radio. The name of the song is “Southern Hospitality” and the lyrics are just… I mean, here’s the chorus that violated my ears:

All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a matching ass
With ya fly-ass boots or ya open toes
When ya get on the flow ([N-word] throw them ‘bows)

Of course, he replaces women with “hoes” in every other line, too.

“Big tits and a matching ass” though… The only thing I can say is that there is no place for a small girl in the hip hop world! (Thankfully?)

Going back to the dancing audition, dancing skills aren’t as important as looks when it comes to go-go dancing these days. “Looking for models” instead of dancers would be more appropriate wording. I think it’s a shame and totally unfair to real performers.

Hire dancers accordingly, nightclubs! Unless you’re a strip club, dancers don’t need large breasts to entertain an audience. They dance. Beauty counts, but I think most club-goers would also like to feel the energy, feel that they’re at a nightclub, not at a beauty contest.

Anyway, small-busted dancers out there, don’t let anything stop you! Beauty comes in all forms and shapes and it’s about time the entertainment industry gets it right.

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Explosive Boobs and Other Things

Sometimes we’re so vain that we cross the line trying to alter our bodies, completely forgetting about the potential risks. Like this poor woman, Kylie Hudson; she seems to have deep insecurity issues, so she had breast implants.

The implants would help her self-esteem. However, they exploded in her body within months. Now she’s left with fewer options than she had before, when she was FINE without a big bust.

boobs explodedShe said:

Now I am living a nightmare. For anybody having a boob job just to get big boobs, I would say think very seriously about the risks. I am devastated.

The complete story here.

This a reminder to women that — especially to the new generation of young girls terrified that they may be called flat-chested — plastic surgery isn’t always the best self-esteem booster. Security comes from within.

Certain things just don’t belong inside your body, ladies.

As long as you have a functioning brain… 😉

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A man’s wish, a girl’s heartache

Despite her apparent slender figure and flat torso, Carla Adas always scored any guy she wanted. She had a way with guys — they thought she was fun. Back when she was a single girl, she had a consistent fan base, she now talks about. She was secure of herself and loved the attention. But after realizing how much she liked this guy, Carla dedicated all of her time and energy to him. Later she learned how to love him. She loved him very much, the same way she believed in the love he had for her.

That changed one day when, after several years in the relationship, while trying to organize her digital files, Carla came across a dozen explicit conversation threads her boyfriend was having with girls he had picked online. Sometimes while Carla was in the house. Her world crumbled. She could have probably forgiven him if they were just pictures of girls. But they weren’t. She discovered that large breasts was a fascination to him and she recalls reading all of the messages line by line. The sweet-sexy-affectionate names he called those other girls, he had never even used them with Carla.

She had dealt with all the flat-chested jokes in the book and the media trying to push big-busted women in the world’s face, reason that led her to consider breast implants one time. But, no, not Carla. She got through it. She grew to become a stronger person and accepted that implants are not a necessity. Coming from her boyfriend, the I’m-mesmerized-about-your-huge-tits comments to those unknown girls took her by surprise and broke her heart, especially when he had told her hers were perfect the way they were. To her, he secretly wished Carla’s boobs were bigger.

This is the story of a girl whose heart was broken by yet another human male who’s incapable of keeping his loyalty and accepting a girl for who she is. Big breasts will sag one day, men, and you’ll be running away from them, rather than towards them. Didn’t you know?

Marcia Capellan