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Las Vegas Entertainer featured on America's Got Talent, NBC's Star Tomorrow and The National Radio City Tour with the Rockettes.  

Also seen in "Show in The Sky" at the Rio, "Vegas! The Show" at Planet Hollywood, "Fantasy" at the Luxor and has toured nationally with football legend Terry Bradshaw in "America's Favorite Dumb Blonde."  

Currently writes the column "Confessions of a Showgirl" featured in Las Vegas Weekly.

Maren Wade's Official Website www.marenwade.com

Confessions of a Showgirl Official Website www.confessionsofashowgirl.com

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

A Showgirl's Top 10 New Year's Resolutions

Maren Wade's Confessions of a Showgirl: "A Showgirl's Top Ten New Year's Resolutions"
Maren Wade's Confessions of a Showgirl: "A Showgirl's Top Ten New Year's Resolutions"

Oh the joy of the New Year! I’m always exhilarated when the clock strikes midnight and I have a clean slate. I get to start over and make a list of all the things I’ll do better next time around. I think they call those New Year’s resolutions.

But here’s the thing: I don’t know about you, but every time I make that list (and check it twice), I manage to break my own rules before I even get a chance to follow them. It’s so unfair. My all-time longest record for keeping my resolutions was one week ... and that one was to use Pinterest instead of Twitter.

I’m tired of making New Year’s resolutions that I don’t keep. Maybe you are, too. So this year I have developed a surefire solution. Here is my Top 10 list of resolutions I’m sure I will keep:

10. Lose weight. How many of us tell ourselves this every year? This year I’m going to lose those extra pounds that have been hanging around too long. I know it’s not easy. The idea of having to start that long journey toward fitdom is a daunting task, dealing with yo-yo dieting and exhaustion from exercising. But you have to think about how amazing you’ll feel when you do lose that weight. Not only do you feel lighter but you are healthier as well. It’s called “weight-loss glow,” and I highly recommend it.

Therefore, come what may, this year, I am determined to lose at least 10 ounces.

9. Manage stress. Stress can shorten your life. So I’ve decided if I sleep more, I will be awake fewer hours and therefore have less opportunity to feel stressed. Plus, I’ll be more rested. And I’ll have less time to eat, which will help me to lose the eight ounces.

8. Join Snapchat, or at least figure out how to use it. Thank God someone found a solution to all those compromising showgirl photos.

7. Quit smoking. Normally, this is an extremely difficult resolution to keep, but due to my discipline (and the fact that I don’t smoke), it should be a piece of cake. Cake … yum. Uh-oh, there goes my resolution to lose those six ounces.

6. Be more selfless. I think it’s important to help others. I was discussing this with one of my fellow showgirls and she made an interesting point. She said: “I follow the same principle as when you are going down on a plane and you have to put the oxygen mask on yourself before you help someone else. That’s why I have to focus on me first. It’s the first step to being more selfless. Hold on, I always mix up selfish with selfless. Which one is which again?”
I didn’t know the answer. I felt so bad I couldn’t help her, especially because this is one of my New Year’s resolutions.

5. Get out of debt. This year I’m going to pay off my credit card bill, or at least get a new credit card.

4. Maintain good health. This is a hard one, but this year I’m not going to drink any alcohol. Or at least if I do drink alcohol, it won’t be on an empty stomach, for sure.

3. Be positive. When you really think about it, there’s nothing good about negativity.

2. Failure is not an option. Not failing is one of the key steps to success! And the surest way to accomplish that is to not try. In the spirit of being more positive, you can’t fail if you never try.

1. (Drumroll please) ... My top New Year’s resolution is not to voice my opinions on things I don't know anything about. (Okay, I have a confession to make. I meant starting after this article.)
So those are my resolutions. Wish me luck! I would love to hear from you. What are some New Year’s resolutions you can keep? Make sure to tell me in the comments below or on Twitter at @marenwade (since I didn’t have much luck with Pinterest).

Oh, I almost forgot ... Happy New Year!

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Mistletoes and Cameltoes

Maren Wade's Confessions of a Showgirl: "Mistletoes and Cameltoes"
Maren Wade's Confessions of a Showgirl: "Mistletoes and Cameltoes"

 Click here to see article in Las Vegas Weekly

 I love this time of year. The crispness in the air, the smell of fire burning, Christmas songs playing everywhere, the suspense of who you’ll bump into under the mistletoe. But for a showgirl, one of the most exciting parts of holiday season is holiday pay. Yes, that’s right. While most people are planning their trips home to be with their families for Christmas, we selfless showgirls normally work through the holidays. True, at times, we get sentimental and want to celebrate like everyone else. But then, we remember we’re onstage, in the spotlight and all our troubles melt away.

Some of the most lavish productions ever made were designed specifically for Christmas. I spoke to a showgirl who wishes to remain anonymous about her experience in one of the largest and most spectacular productions of all time. This show is known for its long-legged dancers who perform famous kick-lines in New York during the holiday season. I think they’re called something like the TV City Sockettes? Oh well, I can’t remember. Anyway, the New York production had been so successful they decided to launch their first national tour. They spared no expense, even designing an exquisite nativity scene that featured real live camels. The camels travelled with the production throughout the country. They were incredible to watch onstage but they turned out to be anything but professional.

The camels seemed to resent the Sockettes. Perhaps, they were envious of their long legs. But it was as if these animals went out of their way to make it difficult for the dancers. I’m not sure where they learned their manners (probably in some zoo) but they were never taught any theater etiquette. You would think it would go without saying, but it is not ok to relieve yourself onstage and certainly not during an iconic kick-line. These dancers practice soldier-like precision moves. I’m talking discipline on a Palace-Guard scale. They’re trained not to let anything get in the way of those kicks neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor camel dung. Yet through it all, they never stopped smiling!

The camels also had no desire to cooperate. They just wandered wherever they wanted with no regard for call times. If we showgirls did that, we would be fired. I remember one night in particular. Excuse me, I mean, Anonymous went on to tell me about one night in particular. (Sometimes, I just get so involved in writing these things.) Anyway, show days always take it out of you. There’s nothing better than throwing back a few cocktails and relaxing after an intense day at the circus. Anonymous was in Cincinnati at a post-show dinner with the cast. She was just starting to unwind from her long day. She looked out the window and admired the snow falling in the distance. All was calm. All was bright. All was … all of a sudden, she saw a camel casually sauntering down the street. Was she hallucinating? This show was so intense it was already taking over her thoughts. Now it was messing with her eyes?! Maybe she was having an anxiety attack? Or maybe someone spiked her drink? Then, she saw a second camel sashaying behind the other. Maybe someone spiked both her drinks?

The good news was she wasn’t crazy! (At least not at that moment.) The camels somehow escaped from the arena and tiptoed a good four blocks before anyone spotted them. She, along with a few other cast members, took it upon themselves to walk the camels back to the arena. No one at the venue even realized they were gone!

The next year the production cut back on some expenses. The camels were on the chopping block. Oh, NOT LITERALLY! Sorry, I just meant they were not invited back.

Okay, I have a confession to make. There were no mistletoes in this story, “Mistletoes and Cameltoes.” But I just couldn’t resist using alliteration. Or do they call that an onomatopoeia? Or maybe I just like toes. No, that’s not it.

 Well, anyway, Happy Holidays!

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

A Showgirl's Guide to Perfect Bliss

Maren Wade's Confessions of a Showgirl: A Showgirl's Guide to Perfect Bliss
Maren Wade's Confessions of a Showgirl: A Showgirl's Guide to Perfect Bliss
Click here to read full article in Las Vegas Weekly

Lately, I’ve been searching for a deeper meaning. Don’t get me wrong, I love money and jewelry, but those are all material things. Plus, I don’t have any. I got to thinking that there has to be something larger out there, a greater destiny to fulfill. Then just like that, I had a vision. I realized what I was missing. I was meant to be on a billboard!

Monday, December 8, 2014

Lost in Translation

Maren Wade's Confessions of a Showgirl: Lost in Translation
Maren Wade's Confessions of a Showgirl: Lost in Translation (Photo Credit: Patrick Rivera)
Click here to read full article in Las Vegas Weekly

They say dance is the universal language. I’m pretty sure “they” are referring to a different universe. Don’t get me wrong. It’s definitely a language, but there are several dialects. As a showgirl, I have had the privilege of working with many choreographers. The finished product somehow always manages to come together. But at times, the rehearsal process can be a puzzle where some pieces get lost in translation ...

Monday, December 1, 2014

Breaking News: A Showgirl's Political Agenda

Maren Wade's Confessions of a Showgirl: A Showgirl's Political Agenda
Maren Wade's Confessions of a Showgirl: A Showgirl's Political Agenda
Click here to read full article in Las Vegas Weekly

On Tuesday, November 4, I was asked to be a part of the press coverage of Election Day. This being my first stint as an interviewer, I needed to be taken seriously. I dedicated my days before the election to brainstorming and coming up with my best questions. If this went well, I could be the next Cynthia Rowley on CNN.

Wait, this just in: I need to issue a correction. Apparently, Cynthia Rowley is a fashion designer. The correct name is Candy Crowley. (Okay, I have a confession to make. I don’t watch much news not related to being a showgirl.) Anyway, let me try this again …