No. More. Cheerleaders.

Alright, here's what's up.
I hate cheerleaders. They are just awful. If they aren't catty and mean and wear pounds upon pounds of makeup, then they're in eighth grade, really loud (in a screeching bird-like way) and they don't know how to cheer. Cheerleaders suck. They are possibly one of the worst things in the history of America, nay, the history of the world.
Here's what's wrong with cheerleaders

1. They're either way to happy or they're really, really depressing. If they don't have a huge smile plastered across their pink, shiny faces then they're snarling at you and checking on their perfect nails and threatening to cut down anyone's social life if they mess with the squad. Fear the squad. FEAR IT!
2. Waaaaay to short of skirts. I don't care if you do have the perfect legs. Great for you, go to the beach and show off then. But I do not want to see your legs, your butt or anything else because of your short skirt. It doesn't matter what type of cheerleader you are, but just invest in a longer skirt. Also, wear spandex underneath. 
3. It's really, really, really dangerous. Let's just throw up a girl into the air, have her spin four times and then have her crash back down to Earth and hope that we catch her. Yeah, because that's safe. Not to mention over-working the cheerleaders to the point of exhaustion and starvation. Cheerleading=death. I am convinced of it.

Cheerleading just needs to stop. Just stop. It's awful.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.