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Behold, the artist at work.

Guys and girls of all shapes, sizes, hairstyles, races and religions take note: Brooke Hogan is up for just about anything. On her latest postings on the Global Grind (yes, the Brookester has a blog), she “hollars” about traditional marriage institutions, affirmative affection and the rigors of fame.

She ponders: “How can you define what love is?  Does it have a look? Do you have to be a certain color? Have a certain belief? Have the same religion?….What about being the same sex? This is a subject that I am passionate about because I have always been sort of an outcast in the fact that I never really go with the flow or mold to what people want me to be. “I have dated very different people all my life. Black, white, Spanish, Jewish, Muslim…and yes, I even tried dating a girl.  My best friend is gay and has been a better friend to me than most of my straight ones. Why should we punish people for being true to themselves? Its like telling John Mayer to sing “Hit me baby one more time.” It just doesn’t work if its not real. What’s so beautiful about giving different people a chance is that you fall in love with their differences and see that beauty exists everywhere. In mocha colored skin, freckles, blue eyes, curly hair or straight hair, girl…or boy. Its interesting to hear where people have been in their lives, their reasons for being who they are today, and hearing their beliefs and dreams.  It really improves YOUR life by filling it with …well…LIFE!

“I don’t feel I’m above anybody, but It’s very hard finding friends who understand what I go through on a day to day basis. I’m in the public eye, and things are just different. Unfortunately, fame comes with the things I love to do. I wish the world had a more innocent view and saw just the music and the art I produce and get inspired:)”

My goodness, I feel my soul Hulking up as I type this. I believe I can speak for all of us when I say that Brooke’s progressive thoughts on “mocha-colored” people gives us all hope for race relations in this country. I’ll admit that it’s hard for me to disagree with her view on traditional marriages, especially in light of the train wreck known as Mr. and Mrs. Terry Bollea. Yes, if only all the “haters” out there could take off the blinders and see the beauty of Brooke’s art–which seems to consist mainly of bikini shoots, tanning poolside, shopping with her bro and pole dancing–the world would be a better place, brother.

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Fresh off a provocative pole dance at a “music” (cough) festival, Brooke Hogan has made another tabloids-worthy splash—this time at the Ritz Carlton pool in Miami.

From the site What Would Tyler Durden Do?:

In her mind, as Brooke was scanning the pool on Saturday in her scandalous pink thong, she was already picturing the week ahead and seeing pictures of her ass all over the Internet. Then later in magazines like Star. “Some people on myspace, they be hatin’ but you know they just jealous LOL. If you doan like me, how come you always talkin’ bout me,” she would say next week. She’s like the new Madonna with the way she manipulates the media.

Hey, it could have been worse. It could have been Linda. Or even (shudder) the Hulkster basking in the Miami heat in said thong, horsing around with the likes of Brutus Beefcake and Brian Knobbs. Or Hulk rubbing suntan lotion on Brooke’s butt at poolside. OK, OK, that was a cheap shot, even for the wrestling business. No way that would ever happen, right? And yes, the tattoo above her crack reads “Redemption,” the name of her next album. I am unable to confirm if this shot is the album cover. It so should be–in the same vein of those classic sexy covers like Surfer Rosa from the Pixies…and Madonna’s Like a Prayer…and the rejected Spinal Tap cover for Smell the Glove.

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From the celebrity gossip site What Would Tyler Durden Do?:

Bored indifference swept over the stage at the Calle Ocho festival in Miami last weekend, when Brooke Hogan performed a pole dance while performing her ‘catalog of hit songs.’ [As her father, Hulk Hogan, looked on from the audience], she showed her moves on the hopefully reinforced pole, sliding down with her legs spread. Then she got to the bottom and just sort of laid there helplessly, struggling to breath seductively on her back for a suspiciously sexy long time, like a fat dog or turtle an enchantress who can’t rock its momentum back and forth enough to get up beckoning her lover for a night of passion. (image source = splash news)

There are those who would consider such criticism to be harsh. And to those people I say, “You’ve obviously never been in the wrestling business.” Besides, such insults pale in comparison to the threats made by Hogan’s daughter recently, vowing to release a (gasp) second album, The Redemption, on the public. Now that’s vulgar.

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