Man, I had no idea how rotten the contract language for professional sports cheerleaders could be. Check out this Mother Jones explainer, and the accompanying sample document. The labor agreements some of them sign control every imaginable aspect of their lives, from sex to body weight to underwear to tampons to mandatory Facebook friendings, and the requirement that they submit to creepy contact with men in certain situations while maintaining silence and a smile. Also, many end up doing a ton of work for free. Who knew?