Re-Vamped
07 Jan 2010 Leave a Comment
Im watching the series Re-Vamped on Slice right now. Its really opening my eyes to a few things. If you’ve never seen it or a preview of it before, you should definitely check it out. Basically, a bunch of women who have been “scorned” by men come together to “re-vamp” themselves – discover their sexuality, who they really are, and gain back some confidence/self-esteem. They learn burlesque dance, train with a trainer, and do a series of challenges and workshops to help them emotionally.
This is one of the first episodes. I tuned in close to the end and now with repeats on I am watching it again to see a bit of it from the start. But, man.. this show is emotional. I was almost at a loss for words regarding how much these women can make a viewer feel so strongly. These women are relearning trust, finding out what kind of person they really are without depending on a partner, and pretty much kicking ass showing everyone how much of a diva they can be. I just watched an exercise that really hit home with me. Each woman had to stand up in front of everyone in the group, and say anything that they would want to imagining their ex in the room. I watched women question “why?”, I watched women scream out in anger and frustration, and I watched a couple others still shy and scared, mumble out a few words.
Another was a sequence in which the hosts asked each woman to burn something that was a memory for them. It was all about how we gals keep emotional baggage in the form of cards, letters, his t-shirt, emails, and all that other sappy shit. One put her diary in, another, her favorite photo of the two of them. One picked up her wedding memories box, and pulled things out, before tipping the whole thing upside down and chucking the box in altogether. One really hit me. She stood up, and held up her hand in which was a garter. “This is the garter from my wedding night. I’m throwing it in, because obviously marriage doesn’t mean anything anyways”. Tearing up, she threw it in and walked away.
So what is marriage, anyways? I mean, Im all for it. I’m dying to get married. But really…what is it? A lot of marriages dont mean anything though. And its funny to actually think about it anyways.
