03 June 2010

No, no I don't think I can...and it kills me!

Dear Blog,
Leapin' leotards, Batman! How much is "So You Think You Can Dance" rocking my ass off?

I love it.
I looooooooove it.

Seriously, I can't even tell you how hard I cry EVERY TIME they show someone in spandex shorts doing a standing side split soubresaut plie. My heart pas de bourree's into an arabesque and then collapses onto itself in a little puddle of ecstasy. Which is so weird because, you guys, I don't even know how to dance unless there have been several glasses of wine preceding my attempt. Whatever. I'm in love with this show.

Think I'm talkin' all cray-cray? Let this marinate in your brain space for a minute:

I am bawling over here. Gawd. And I've seen that video about 300 times. Hark! Behold the power of dance!


The funniest part of my fascination with this show is that I never experienced the passion that these dancers all talk about in their interviews (ex: "my parents had to sell my little brother so that I could keep taking tap lessons" or "after my stepsister's murder, I knew all I could do to keep her memory alive was crumping"). Nope. Not so much over here. For me, dancing was always a sad reminder of just how freakishly tall I was for my age and how disproportionate my head was (still is, really) to the rest of my body. Nothing boosts a 5'10'' eleven year old's confidence quite like being forced to watch her pale limbs parade around awkwardly in a bright blue unitard before the mirrored wall of the dance studio. Ugh.


I guess what I love most about SYTYCD (could the abbreviation of this show be any longer?) is that it makes me yearn for something I never even came close to having. The gawky adolescent girl inside me is cheering them all on; jumping up and down excitedly, her elbows flailing out at odd angles because she has an ape index twice that of other girls her age. It stirs my soul. Except for when they do modern jazz. Yawn.


I leave you with an example of me living my dream. Raise the roof.

Please note the glass of wine, aka. the reason for my sweet moves.
Love,
k8

3 comments:

  1. LOL!! Same thing over here! Not movin and shakin till the liquor hits!

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  2. Hi Katie,

    As someone who has had their dancing skills decrease with age and never had true focus for dance that didn't involve mimicing britney spears, I completely agree that SYTYCD is one of the best shows on TV. But I am also someone who crys when the cast of glee sings soooo I could be wrong.

    Remember when you taught me how to dance before 7th grade teen night--"arms down when you don't know anyone, arms up when you are feeling confident...."

    love you,
    Amy

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  3. I can't wait to dance with you on the 23rd. PANTS OFF!

    Love you - JB

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