Dance Mom Research Paper

“They look like prostiTots!” Christi Lukasiak, famous mother on Dance Moms, exclaims as her 8 year old daughter struts across the room in her bright blue bra. Lukasiak, and the other eccentric moms of the hit TV show, dress their daughters every week in little bikini sets and have them dance on television for thousands of viewers. The moms, like many others in the media, recognize that girls in skimpy clothing sells. But this sexualization of kids is very dangerous. Studies have shown that girls as young as six believe their value comes from how sexy they are. And where else do they learn this than from the hundreds of advertisements, TV shows, and movies featuring girls their age in proactive attire (Davis). The impact of this sexualization

Ever wounder why reality T.V. shows have ratings through the roof? Does watching a particular show make you think how they continue to have rising viewings rates? The reality T.V. show “Dance Moms” has viewers constantly asking themselves these particular questions. Although the show is considered a reality T.V. show, there are many clear points that show, “Dance Moms”, is not as real as producers make viewers believe.

The choreography of Danielsen’s life goes far beyond the corners of dance. Ever since the day she stepped foot into a dance studio, she has had big dreams and lets nothing stand in her way of accomplishing them. “I saw myself as a prima ballerina, but when I actually started to dance, my dream turned into being able to execute well and being able to perform in any

Growing up in the Big Apple can be rough at times; especially for 17 year old Leila Ashford. Leila’s mom died when she was 10. She now lives in a tiny apartment with her father. Her father works in a big business and barely has time for Leila. When her mom was still alive, Leila was enrolled in a dance class; she was momma’s little ballerina. Ballet was Leila’s biggest dream. After her mom died, her dad got really upset and quit his job. Ever since, there hasn’t been any extra money for Leila to reapply, but she didn’t let that stop her. Everyday after school, Leila would go out onto the patio and dance until sunset. She was determined to be a professional dancer some day.

The profile I read about was the dance community. While reading, I was focused on the structure of the paper and how the writer decided to explain the community. The profile was written from an outside perspective looking in. The writer knew what was going on in Alyssa’s head, but it was not Alyssa directly telling the story. Something that stood out in a positive way was how the writer made it a point to mention the dance moms and how they affected the community. The writer described from Alyssa’s point of view that the dance moms were “sometimes the worst part of dance; they were judgmental, crazy, and you never knew if they actually liked you or were being phony.” This description helped me imagine what the dance moms acted like and what

“Dance Moms” Season 7 is getting pretty exciting but there are news and rumours that saddened the fans of the reality show. Abby Lee Miller, who runs the Abby Lee Dance Company in Pittsburgh, will be sentenced on January 20 for 20 counts of fraud.

I found my true love at the age of five. My mom had signed me up for dance lessons this year. I had grown up watching Aishwarya Rai, and Madhuri Dixit, the dancing idols of Bollywood. I could only dream of becoming like them day and night. The night before my first lessons, I can still remember receiving that baby pink, ornate lehenga from my dad, feeling enlivened that soon I also will be dancing to those upbeat, familiar melodies in my new dress, like my role models.

I had expected the adrenaline to race through my limbs like one of the Formula 1 cars my dad watches, but it didn’t. In that moment I realized that I was a trained performer. Sure, my performances had been at much smaller scale than preforming at Radio City Music Hall in front of 4 extremely famous judges, thousands of people in the audience and millions of people at home, but still the stage was my home. After years of training and two weeks of working as a professional dancer in New York City, millions of pairs of eyes staring at me and expecting something magical was something I was prepared for. Although the stars were not aligned in a perfect dance formation like my routines, this experience was not something I regretted. I came into the Big Apple as a young, naïve 16 year old and I left a mature and experienced dancer who found both pride and success in

Seventeen years is a long time, either from the Euro officially was recognized to currently United Kingdom was out of the European Union or a baby was giggling for peek-a-boos to be a seventeen years old young lady right now. This is the time magic. We did not even aware how many days and nights had already passed, while things around us changed smoothly. This is a story about changing and growth through dancing.

The huge crowd of fans is cheering at me. A ball of nasty sweat ran down my forehead down my cheek and unto my chest. My head, arms and legs are juggling balls. They were shaking faster than a male relay race runner. The competitors are smiling and laughing with excitement at us. Bumping, shaking and twirling at the judges, they knew they had more points than us. Next up, since my team members put me as the leader of the group I got ready to perform. I do remember the practices we had trained so hard for, at least I think I remember I have a terrible memory. For example, I forget what I do or what I ate or even how i was dressed the day before. Scary right? I began 1 and 2 and 3 and 4. Turn together, step, pivot , clap, and swirl down, and up again.

She was 17 when she started dancing, she quit gymnastics to become a dancer. 2 years later when she was 19 she realized it was her passion. She made a career as a dance teacher out of what she loved. There are ups and downs to what she does like creative blocks and difficult students but she never let's that stop

At the age of 9, I realized I wanted to dance after attending a dance competition in Memphis, TN. The energy and the passion the dancers showed had swayed me. Afterwards I talked to my mother about dancing and she fully supported me. My mom then enrolled me in dance classes and I learned different genres of dances, which included jazz, ballet, and hip-hop. These past 12 years, I have spent countless of

In my high school dance program, I realized the potential influences of dance beyond the professional stage. As department president, I gathered support from my teachers and fellow peers to transform our traditional high school dance program to a service-based one: our annual concert became a benefit show with the proceeds going to a non-profit. We also give back to the community by dancing at senior centers and churches.

When I was eight years old, I enrolled in my first of countless dance classes at Buffa’s Dance Studio. Eight years later, the studio director offered me a job. This opportunity soon developed into far more than the typical employment available to teenagers. Working side by side the studio owner, I spent copious hours reorganizing the studio, teaching classes, and developing innumerable spreadsheets to allow for easy tracking of the myriad details: annual registration of 500+ dancers, orders for thousands of costumes and the production of six recitals, complete with lighting, sound, and special effects. In addition to working for the studio, I assisted in the yearly production of “The Nutcracker” performances, staged through their non-profit organization, Burke Civic Ballet. The first several months of the year were dedicated to hours spent at weekly rehearsals, as well as hundreds of hours planning fundraising events, organizing parent volunteers, and developing a thirty-page program to be used at the weekend’s performance.

Dance is the one thing that has been a part of my life since as long as I can remember.Dance is my comfort zone, and yet it constantly pushes me outside of my comfort zone. It is my security blanket and my means of identification. I am a dancer. Dancer is a word that comes with a specific connotation, and plenty of stereotypes. Yes, I spend hours in my dance studio every week. Yes, pointe shoes hurt my toes. No, I do not have a crazy stage mom that lives vicariously through my dance career. Yes, I am flexible. I will admit that all dancers have similar body types and look exactly the same with a bun and a leotard. In essence, all dancers are the same on the outside; however, they are human, so they are inevitably different on the inside. Dancers undergo the constant struggle to express one’s interior among the masses of similar looking