Okay. Here we go.

I can just feel that I am going to get myself in trouble with this one.

But I’m used to that. So, as usually happens when I find myself on the edge of the cliff, I shall just close my eyes, tell Mary Ellen that I have always loved her . . . and jump.

First off, let me say that I have seen exactly two episodes of Dancing with the Stars. I watched it on a Monday night, and really, really liked it! I truly did! However, I did not like it because I am a huge fan of dancing.

Nope.

I enjoyed it because I am a HUGE fan of the female form.

Seriously!

The costumes, and the lack of fabric in them, absolutely amazed me! WOW! It was like watching an hour-long Victoria’s Secret commercial!

(After watching the next show the following night, I found myself getting bored.  There was a lot less dancing, and lot more “filler” in this episode. So’ I’ve never watched it again.)

Well, I guess everybody in the world now has either seen or heard about the episode of the show that aired live last Monday night. 

The Karate Kid, Ralph Macchio, and his partner, Karina Smirnoff, danced a VERY suggestive, racy salsa.  She was dressed in a skin-tight leopard-print leotard with a neckline that plunged all the way down to her naval, exposing much cleavage and her red, frilly bra.  The leotard was so tight and form-fitting that every single, bump, crevice and crevasse on her body was clearly outlined.

The “dance”, in my opinion, lacked only a stripper’s pole. Karina was out there grinding, gyrating and thrusting with every fiber of her being.

(No. I did not watch the show.  When I heard about it, I tapped into YouTube.)

When the dance was over, Ralph and Karina stood in front of the judges to hear their impressions of their work.

One judge, Bruno Tonioli, who seems to thrive on the attention he gets from being outrageous, at first made some incoherent comment about Karina an oversized diaper under her skin-tight costume.  Then he went on to critique her performance by saying that she had worked her pussy too hard. There was a huge gasp from the studio audience. After gauging the negative effect from the audience and the look of horror on host Tom Bergeron’s face, Bruno tried to backtrack a bit by referring to Karina’s costume and to Karina herself as a “pussycat.”

Bruno is now in very hot water.  He runs the risk of being fired from the show. When he made the “pussy” comment on live television, the cameras immediately panned to audience, showing close-ups of women’s facial expressions that were filled with anger and disbelief.

In my humble opinion, Bruno deserves what he gets.  He wanted to be shocking and outrageous, and he succeeded in doing so.  However, while I take exception to his vocabulary and his motive, I cannot disagree with his evaluation.

Sorry, Karina’s performance was not a dance; it was a sex show. Pure and simple.  Watch it and judge for yourself. It’s all over the internet.

Critics have stated that Bruno’s comments were unfit because Dances With The Stars is a “family-oriented show.” If that were the case, the how come nobody has any problem with Karina’s costume or her “dance”? I contend that these have NO PLACE on a “family-oriented show” either!

Am I a prude? I don’t think so.  I will be the first to tell you that I thoroughly enjoyed watching Ms. Smirnoff gyrate and grind in that second skin she was wearing! I loved watching every bounce and ripple! But would I call it “family entertainment”? Hardly.

Karina’s performance and her costume were as inappropriate for that kind of show as were Bruno’s comments.

Ms. Smirnoff later released a statement saying that the judge’s comments made her feel “dirty.”

Well, I once had a shrink who said, “Nobody can make you feel anything.  YOU make yourself feel things.”

In other words, that shrink would say that Karina felt embarrassed when somebody correctly identified her performance for what it actually was.

It’s kind of like the story of The Emperor’s New Clothes. The emperor was not embarrassed at all as he paraded around the streets of his kingdom wearing nothing but his birthday suit. Then a child in the crowd pointed to him and innocently declared, “Mommy! The emperor is naked!” It was at that point that the emperor felt exposed and got deeply humiliated.

Sorry, Karina, I agree with Bruno on this one; your performance was not a ballroom dance. It was a very provocative sex dance that was carefully and obviously calculated to titillate.  I’m sorry that you now feel humiliated and embarrassed. But, in actuality, Bruno only crudely voiced what every male and most females were thinking as they watched you. (You are really not that naïve to think otherwise, are you?)

The fact is, you wanted the attention. The fact is, you got it.

I’m afraid, darling, that you’ve got be responsible for your own actions.