It took a philosophy professor—of all people—to cure me. We were discussing performative utterance, the idea that saying something makes it so. I raised my hand and gave an example from the football field: a cheerleader shouts “Defense!” and suddenly thirty thousand people are stomping in unison. The professor smiled and said, “That’s not performative. That’s magic.”
I mean: I have spent years training my body to be a megaphone. I know how to rally a crowd that is losing faith. I know that the difference between chaos and a routine is the breath between the count of seven and the count of eight. I know that spirit is not a fluffy word—it is the decision to keep your arms sharp and your voice bright when every muscle in you wants to quit. but i 39-m. cheerleader
So when I say “but I’m a cheerleader” now, I mean something specific. It took a philosophy professor—of all people—to cure me
Because the but was a lie. The but suggested that my real self was hiding behind the pompoms, that the skirts and the chants were a distraction from the actual me: the reader, the debater, the future lawyer. But here is the secret I have learned, standing on the sideline of my own life: The professor smiled and said, “That’s not performative
Because the and is the whole point. The and is where the power lives. The and is the basket toss you stick after a hundred falls. The and is the girl who leads the chant, then leads the classroom discussion, then leads the movement to change the rules entirely.
After class, she asked what I wanted to write my final paper on. I said I didn’t know. She said: “Write about the magic. Write about what it costs to be the one who makes everyone else feel brave.”
So I did. And for the first time, I wrote “I am a cheerleader” without the but .