One particularly gratifying aspect of writing this blog is sharing humiliating stories about myself. Here’s one more to add to the list.

My high school had a club called the Chiefettes. (Our high school mascot was the Chiefs.) The Chiefettes squad was a kickline, like the Rockettes, only, you know, not as good. The Chiefettes performed at football and basketball games, and most of the girls on it were dancers or naturally flexible.

I am, without a doubt, the least flexible person I know. Always have been. And as any of my cringing former boyfriends could confirm, I am not a dancer. (My husband actually pretends to dislike dancing, just to avoid being seen on the dance floor with me.)

None of this stopped me from trying out for the Chiefettes in tenth grade. Continue reading “When to Kick Your Old Kicks” →