I opened Facebook to find a very sad video of a pregnant woman winning a twerk contest. As a former athlete I was actually impressed with her flexibility and coordination. I mean I've hurdled, played volleyball and basketball while pregnant, and biked and walked, but I still could not imagine my body moving in the way that hers did. Amazing as it was, sadness rushed over me as men cheered and threw dollars at her as she split, twirled and gyrated on the floor. I wasn't disappointed with her act, I was disappointed in the fact that (as an online observer) she was definitely not in control of her body... She was an object of shock and discomfort. And although she may have felt empowered, the fact that she was dancing for men throwing dollars and ended up on a ratchetry sight (sites that display the worst of us usually from the least economically empowered) was huge to the narrative of the "control" she actually possessed.