Watched a show about the DCC last night, and everybody knows the DCC- the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. 
Usually when they do football game promos, or live broadcasts of games, the DCC are shown, but only briefly and from a guy perspective that is never enough so “Kaboom!” along comes a show about the DCC where you get to watch 'em all you want. 
As you can imagine, it ain't easy to be one of the DCC. Tears are shed aplenty for only a few can make it to the squad of 36. Years of cheerleading practice beforehand is what you gotta do if you want to make it to the top. Long, wavy hair is a plus, and good looks definitely, but critical are the long shapely legs that you must be able to do high kicks with, and full extension level-with-the-ground squats, because as a member of the DCC, you gotta represent.
Represent what? Every guy football fan in the stands’ fantasy, I guess. Supermodels that can dance and smile and are there for ya, and whew boy one of these ladies on your arm would be like hittin' the lottery. 
I'm sure that for the ladies it's the same way. You're gonna date the best if you're on the squad, which may or may not be for very long because sooner or later you're gonna cash in and leave and then the next DCC cheerleader will show up to replace you. It's a lot like life. Fresh talent- and many still single!- appears every new season.

Along that line of thought, as if the early twenties dating scene wasn't hot enough already, why not make it incandescent? Those peak physicality cheerleaders decorating the field down there just might be available. They are packaged by the league as wholesome, down home young women so why not make your way down to see if any of them are interested in going out? Or, where are those nightclubs that they go to located and can I get past the ropes? 
The answer to those three questions is that fan access to the squad is probably made nigh impossible, those hidden nightclubs aren't open to the general public, and even if you came across one you wouldn't get past the ropes. There's a secret parallel world called the sports celebrity world where all of that Xanadu and Great Gatsby stuff the players partake in takes place and the entrance doors where those fat bankroll folks hang out are probably opened wide to any members of the cheerleading squad. 
Maybe that's why all the DCC members were giddy with happiness upon making the squad because they just got their golden ticket to the jet set ride of a lifetime which is so fast moving that ordinary people, upon seeing it, would only see a cloud of activity, those within the cloud moving at or near the speed of light.
But you can't say the cheerleaders didn't work and train for it for oh yes they did. They had to compete against each other for a spot on the squad, and every year they have to requalify. The two old hand cheerleading coaches overseeing things, I think they were former DCC members themselves, know what to look for, know what the right moves to make are, what the right qualities to beam out are, what the right attitude to proclaim to the world is, and some cheerleader candidates got it right off the bat but most of them only got some of 'it' and gain the rest by experience. 
Confidence, presence, and physicality to the Nth degree.  

Why, as a football game ticket buyer, if I came into Texas Stadium and saw a bunch of white hot pants wearing, white cowboy boots sporting, blue star-studded halter top jiggling, long hair waving, perfect teeth smiling, super athletic long legged women dancing and totally into it I would think that I had either A. Died and arrived in heaven or B. Had a chance because, hey, they're looking right at you, actually paying you attention, and that is every man's fantasy. it'd be hard as hell to take your eyes off of 'em and watch the game. 

I'm awfully glad that somebody had the idea to make this show because it gave me a behind the scenes look at the DCC world, which is the equivalent of a private tour of the Vatican or getting an invite to a series of parties after Oscars night. 

What just might be coming up next, since Netflix and Amazon and the others are hot to produce these expose shows, might be something like: 

'Private Clubs Of The Super Athletes' 

where a camera crew gives us an inside look at that hyper-exclusive world, full of athletes and rap stars and cheerleaders and tech guys and actors and the like. It would answer a burning question that has been on a lot of viewers minds, which is: "How do they spend their Saturday nights?"
And could we follow some of them as they went through the rest of their week? (but pul-eeze don't give us fake stuff where a bunch of B actors are hangin' around the pool at somebody's lush crib pretendin' that they are livin' the life 'cuz that is unreality TV).

  I'd really like to see something like that. I know it would cause me and many other viewers some serious pain and might even trigger moments of outrage because the subjects would be fully flaunting their insanely large incomes but you know the old saying: "If it don't kill ya, it'll only make ya stronger". Also, seasoned producers would know to occasionally throw in shots of the featured person hanging with family and friends so as to make it the old 'the one lucky member of the family' scenario and bring things down to a level that viewers could actually relate to. It could be your brother or sister!

So lay it on me, content providers. Surviving 'Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders'- Making The Cut' was tough, but I think after seeing this that I'm game for anything else you might want to throw my way.