True story: the original appeal of the Rockettes, in the days before Brazilians and waxing, was for married men to get their kicks (pun intended) by catching the merest glimpse of bush. It's why they're an institution! 50 plus years of married men gawking for what young hussies today are so eager to get rid of. Contained desire, in a family entertainment. But they knew who in the family was paying for the tickets!
I love the Rockettes. And I completely made that up. But it has a ring of truth.
@Baroness: Those girls get their bikini lines checked by the bush mistress before every show. She gets right in there and if there is one stray hair, she whips out her giant tweezers. The shame is worse than the actual pain.
I, too, love the Rockettes, 'Ness. And I, too, completely made that up. But it has a ring of truth.
@BookishLookish: Ouch with the tweezers!
Confesh, Booky: when I wrote about repressed family men secretly getting their thrills, I was thinking of Don Draper.
But really it'd be more like Don Rickles sorts.
"Bush Mistress" (!) That's showbiz!
Dear Baroness, desolé mais je vais te difficulter la facilité: the Brazilian Wax ("virilha completa") is much older than the Rocketeers.
According to Wikipedia:
"The origin of the concept Brazilian hairless privates date back to a letter written by Pêro Vaz de Caminha documenting Pedro Álvares Cabral's voyage to Brazil in 1550 AD, which says: "...suas vergonhas tão altas e tão çarradinhas e tão limpas das cabeleiras que de as nós muito bem olharmos não tínhamos nenhuma vergonha" (English translation: "their private parts were so exposed, so healthy and so hairless, that looking upon them we felt no shame").
@BookishLookish: Oh! I can see either, going about it with an eyeroll and a zinger of a line.
"I've seen more pussies than the ASPCA!"
The "ring of truth" when it came to "Bush Mistress might have been a different part of the anatomy- the true test for a trouper like Thelma, or Viv. "Turn over dear- oh brother! What a job!"
@Btwbfdimho: Oh, don't be so desolè. Thanks for the interesting , perverted facts though! Even in the 16th century men were freaks.
"Oh, we felt no shame since these ladies removed all hair, because what could be more innocent than an European explorer examining native women's vaginas and finding them delightfully giving the illusion of prebubescence? In other words, First!!1! Of course my crew found they were lying , as we all came down with St. Gonnhorea's sign that we were doing God's work.."
If Dolan and his Madison Square Garden entertainment press team would answer questions about how sales are going this year or showed us what the revenue was on past Christmas Spectacular shows - I could have shown Cityfile readers that their denial had any substance. But their refusal to have an open coversation made us question "what are they hiding".
No, this will not do. We need the Rockettes. That's a sweet gig for a dancer and it's a totally jaded sucky day in America when a long-legged dame cannot seek her fortune in New York.
@PandoraSpocks: Add me to the list of old farts, but this is an abomination. Rockettes, Brooklyn Bridge, and Grand Central Station. The rocks upon which we base our church of New York.
The Radio City thingy came on PBS or some such a couple years ago, and for the life of me I didn't get the appeal.
12 girls all in a line doing that same high-kick in Santa suits, Nutcracker suits, on a trolley, in a cab...it was like some Demerol induced, pseudo 1930's, menagerie of egg-sucking weirdness. You know, what your high school thought "Broadway" was supposed to be, all Liza Minellied jazz hands and Twyla Tharp/Groucho Marx movement? Yeah, that. So I’m not sure that in ending, if it would truly be missed, or even more disconcerting, what would take its place.
Jimmy Dolan -- what a fucking joke of ne'er do well. I hope he falls off the wagon; maybe that way he can stop fucking up NYC institutions. (Yes, I am primarily talking about the Knicks.)
I had a boyfriend in college whose parents met while she was a Rockette and he was in the orchestra. I can't decide whether that story gets better or sadder if they close down the show.
@bens09: Perhaps she'll take this opportunity to create something new. I'm thinking Pussycat Dolls meets The Golden Girls with a touch of Real Housewives thrown in.
@iamrulalenska: And that is why Richard is on his way to the next stage of his career, hopefully for much worthier and better readers, present company excluded of course (rula, where you been!?!).
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I love the Rockettes. And I completely made that up. But it has a ring of truth.
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I, too, love the Rockettes, 'Ness. And I, too, completely made that up. But it has a ring of truth.
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Confesh, Booky: when I wrote about repressed family men secretly getting their thrills, I was thinking of Don Draper.
But really it'd be more like Don Rickles sorts.
"Bush Mistress" (!) That's showbiz!
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Dear Baroness, desolé mais je vais te difficulter la facilité: the Brazilian Wax ("virilha completa") is much older than the Rocketeers.
According to Wikipedia:
"The origin of the concept Brazilian hairless privates date back to a letter written by Pêro Vaz de Caminha documenting Pedro Álvares Cabral's voyage to Brazil in 1550 AD, which says: "...suas vergonhas tão altas e tão çarradinhas e tão limpas das cabeleiras que de as nós muito bem olharmos não tínhamos nenhuma vergonha" (English translation: "their private parts were so exposed, so healthy and so hairless, that looking upon them we felt no shame").
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"I've seen more pussies than the ASPCA!"
The "ring of truth" when it came to "Bush Mistress might have been a different part of the anatomy- the true test for a trouper like Thelma, or Viv. "Turn over dear- oh brother! What a job!"
(Huge applause).
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"Oh, we felt no shame since these ladies removed all hair, because what could be more innocent than an European explorer examining native women's vaginas and finding them delightfully giving the illusion of prebubescence? In other words, First!!1! Of course my crew found they were lying , as we all came down with St. Gonnhorea's sign that we were doing God's work.."
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12 girls all in a line doing that same high-kick in Santa suits, Nutcracker suits, on a trolley, in a cab...it was like some Demerol induced, pseudo 1930's, menagerie of egg-sucking weirdness. You know, what your high school thought "Broadway" was supposed to be, all Liza Minellied jazz hands and Twyla Tharp/Groucho Marx movement? Yeah, that. So I’m not sure that in ending, if it would truly be missed, or even more disconcerting, what would take its place.
I hear people really like that cat circus
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Ladies and gentlemen, the 2008-2009 New York Islanders!!!
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It's sort of Blades of Glory, but with bad teeth.
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(1994! clap-clap-clapclapclap! 1994!-clap-clap-clapclapclap!)
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Orchestra members must have quite a view!
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Sad happens in NYC too. [Not trying to insinuate, Richard, that you said it didn't.]
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