Booty, Bust, and the Moulin Rouge

Disclaimer: This piece may be a little bit more out there for the tame reader.

Champagne on the table and a hushed din of conversation as the lights go down and the audience turns toward the stage. It’s a small venue. A place filled with tables to sit and drink, rather than rows upon rows of auditorium seating. Everyone is ready for one of the most famous shows of all time: Moulin Rouge. Then the music kicks in. It’s hype. It’s exciting. It’s in freaking french. And while I may not have understood a single thing, it was thrilling; straight out of the play book for a perfect crowd pleasing show. Performers filled each spot on stage in their metallically sparkling silver flare pants and gogo boots, dancing along and fitting perfectly with the bubbly, feel-good vibe of the music. They turned around. They swayed their hips. They sang with a performer’s perfect cheesy smile.

Then an accent in the music. Brilliant. Quick. Strong. BAM. CLOTHES OFF. Each girl tore off those flared disco pants and slung them over her shoulder, strutting off the stage. In nothing but a thong, bra, and heels their confidence was radiant. And well deserved. Like, damn that booty though.

As the show continued, a lack of clothing was an integral part. Boobs? Out. Booty? Out. If there was more skin to be seen, they’d be naked. And although that might freak some of you out, I loved it. Maybe seeing it with my parents was a bit awkward, as pointed out when my sister leaned to me and asked, “how weird is it right now that we’re watching this with our parents?” But, despite the scandalous nature of the entire thing, I didn’t see it as something to be tabooed as the cultures I was born into do (Chinese American, two of the most tabooing nations). Instead, I saw it as a salute to the beauty of the human body. Each of those girls up there, baring it all, were stunning. Big boobs, little boobs; big butt, little butt; skinny thighs, thick thighs; none of it mattered. They were all just doing their thing in a thong like it was nothing. Because it wasn’t. And it was beautiful to witness.

Ten out of ten, would recommend buying a ticket.

 

Peace and Love,

Caroline Cheng

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