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You go girlfriend, UH HUH!

Okay, I don't really get the obsession with the dancing/skating/dogwalking with the stars franchise, but I do read gossip blogs and they like to talk about these reality/competition shows, so I've sort of been watching things unfold. 

So I've been aware of Kirsty Alley's big comeback, and I've been secretly rooting for her– after the rags have been all over her for her weight these past few years, I figure she probably needs a confidence boost (although maybe I'm projecting).  At the same time, though, I've been sort of holding my breath, waiting for Youtube to explode with videos of her falling and her thighs jiggling in slo-mo and all that terrible stuff people love to make viral.

But as my favorite snarkblogger, Michael K, has put it, Kirsty is dancing her Thetans off!  She's been shaking it way harder (and way better) than a lot of the skinny bitches out there, and in a weird, detached, uninterested-in-her-up-to-now kind of way, I'm so proud!

I just wanted to share.  Oh, and they've been putting her in some nice little knee-length numbers, too (I was afraid they'd have her in hideous maxis that totally swamped her), and between a glimpse of leg and seeing her next to a normal-sized human being, it's shown her in a much more flattering light than we're used to.  Which I think is important, so that the world looks at her and thinks 'curvy' instead of 'heffalump', which is what the rags have been trying to paint her as.

So, in summation, Kirsty, keep on shaking it!  And please, keep showing the world that hips are awesome, especially in the world of dance!
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Julia D said…
I have always loved her, ever since Cheers!
6 April 2011 at 15:01
Anne said…
you know, i wasn't sure i loved her... mostly because scientology weirds me way out. but, as michael k has said, she's way likeable in this show!
6 April 2011 at 15:17
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