Redskins Cheerleaders are Boarding the #MeToo Bus, and I Don’t Care. [VIDEO]

Redskins Cheerleaders are Boarding the #MeToo Bus, and I Don’t Care. [VIDEO]

Redskins Cheerleaders are Boarding the #MeToo Bus, and I Don’t Care. [VIDEO]

The Washington Redskins don’t just have a problem with their name being “racist” or something. Now they have a problem with their cheerleaders hopping on the #MeToo bus.

And I’m all out of F’s to give.

It seems that in 2013 — that’s five years ago, folks — Redskins cheerleaders went to Costa Rica for a photo shoot to grace their 2013-14 calendar. However, some of the women now report that it wasn’t all tropical fun-in-the-sun.

No, the women claim that they had to pose topless for some photos, although those aren’t in the calendar. Moreover, nine cheerleaders say they had to act as ‘escorts’ for Redskins VIPs to a nightclub later in the evening. They didn’t engage in any sex, mind you, but they complained that they felt ‘pimped out.’

One cheerleader told the New York Times, which broke the story: “They weren’t putting a gun to our heads, but it was mandatory for us to go.” Some pointed fingers at the cheerleading director, Stephanie Jojokian, saying she demanded that they escort the VIPs. However, Jojokian — who didn’t even go to Costa Rica — vehemently denied it. She told the NYT: “I was not forcing anyone to go at all. I’m the mama bear, and I really look out for everybody. . . ”

Remember, this was five years ago. Where were these cheerleaders when they were sooo offended? Why weren’t they acting like Oh-So-Brave-Speak-Truth-to-Power women back then?

Answer: because they didn’t have a #MeToo bandwagon to board. Not to mention there are now lots of lawyers eager to back them up in a lawsuit. I haven’t seen Gloria Allred doing her media whore dance in front of cameras yet, but I’m sure she’s wearing out her Cruella de Vil fingernails on her keyboard, hunting up cheerleaders to pimp out for her benefit.

But let’s face it — these young women aren’t so innocent when they don a skimpy cheerleader outfit for an NFL team. Oh, yes, it’s really a crappy job, and the restrictions are mind-boggling, but I’m really fed up with listening to women whine about being treated like sex objects when they participate in stuff like this:

Yep, that’s from the infamous Costa Rica trip.

Or this:

Or this:

So they shake their pompoms and their booties and twerk all over the place while wearing next to nothing, and then complain about being treated as sexual objects.

You mean those beer-bellied men in the stands, or the losers wiping Cheeto dust on their T-shirts while they drool over their calendar pics don’t appeal to them? Or even older team VIP sponsors who don’t look like Ryan Gosling? Gee, color me shocked.

Honey, if you didn’t want to go to Cincinnati, why’d you get on the train?

Understand that I’m not defending the Redskins organization here, either. Maybe they acted like pigs towards the cheerleaders in Costa Rica — I have no idea. And I question the decision the Redskins made in confiscating their passports. That really doesn’t smell right to me.

Now I work as a speech pathologist, and some of my clients are kids on the autism spectrum. We often spend time talking about the social choices they make, and how other people may interpret their actions, either negatively or positively. It seems to me that young women who flaunt their assets on a football field didn’t seem to learn the lessons I teach my autistic kids.

Kay Hymowitz, writing in City Journal on the #MeToo movement, notes this:

Above all, the movement lacks a realistic appraisal of our fallen nature—both male and female. Women will always be gatekeepers; the biological mechanics of sex and the facts of reproduction demand it. So does the reality of female choosiness.

She’s absolutely correct. But many women refuse to be gatekeepers for male behavior, and then are shocked! shocked! when men fail to give them the respect they think they deserve, just because they’re women. It makes no sense at all, does it?

And that’s why I’ve run out of F’s to give for the whiny women of #MeToo.

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Kim is a pint-sized patriot who packs some big contradictions. She is a Baby Boomer who never became a hippie, an active Republican who first registered as a Democrat (okay, it was to help a sorority sister's father in his run for sheriff), and a devout Lutheran who practices yoga. Growing up in small-town Indiana, now living in the Kansas City metro, Kim is a conservative Midwestern gal whose heart is also in the Seattle area, where her eldest daughter, son-in-law, and grandson live. Kim is a working speech pathologist who left school system employment behind to subcontract to an agency, and has never looked back. She describes her conservatism as falling in the mold of Russell Kirk's Ten Conservative Principles. Don't know what they are? Google them!

  • Timmy says:

    It is time to do away with cheerleaders at all levels.

    • Jim says:

      I agree with you. Cheerleaders in all sports are an irrelevant distraction with all their jumping and jiggling with pom poms. If a sporting contest is of interest, I certainly do not need to be inspired to ‘cheer’ by a bunch of half-naked young women all looking the same [‘plastic’] and painted with makeup.

  • GWB says:

    Hey! The guy in that gif didn’t mind being topless!

    Honestly, I just came to see if there were more pics of the cheerleaders. Otherwise, I care about as much as Kim.

  • Wade8813 says:

    Their complaints actually make sense to me. There’s a huge difference between being in a sexy outfit – when you’re safe in a group far away from the fans, and with security guards nearby, and being topless or being asked to escort strangers, in a country that you’re not familiar with, and where you don’t speak the language.

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