I don’t understand dancing.
Seriously, I don’t get it. Never really have. I doubt I ever will. I don’t like to dance. I have no desire to dance. Dancing, to me, is just a waste of perfectly good music that could be appreciated quietly with perhaps a bop of the head to the beat.
I have the rarest of commodities – a boyfriend who not only enjoys dancing, but knows how to dance, has even taken lessons in various forms of dance. Early in our relationship, he would want to go out dancing, particularly Cajun dancing. He learned rather quickly my discomfort with dancing and my disinterest in getting over that discomfort. Seriously, I am quite happy just listening and appreciating the band. I think there is nothing sexier than people playing music, and it’s something I really enjoy watching . . . while sitting still . . . perhaps bopping my head . . . and, on rare occasions, a tap of the toes.
Whenever Tangerine (the cat) walks by my television when it is on, she pauses, cocks her head and stares awhile at the screen with a curious look that says “what is this all about then?” I think that is much the way I look whenever I encounter people dancing whether in person or on TV. It simply does not compute. And I think the most confusing of all dance is ballroom dancing. I mean seriously, wtf??
The boyfriend doesn’t understand my aversion to dancing. So, I am left clumsily trying to explain why I don’t like dancing. The best reasons I can come up? I don’t like the idea of always having to follow the man’s lead. I think it stupid and sexist. It’s all just an old-fashioned mating ritual. We’re beyond that now. And here’s the reason I’m really not proud of, but I find dancers to be really stupid and shallow. I don’t know how I got this notion in my head. It’s probably not true in all cases. In fact, I know it’s not true. I even have a friend who is a ballroom dancing teacher, and she is far from stupid and shallow. Yet, in my mind, whenever I think of someone who is really into dancing, that is my first impression. Who knows how I got that notion in my head. Perhaps I never like the girls who took dance in high school. Maybe it is a hold-over of being told I was uncoordiated and clumsy as a child.
However, I do love old Hollywood musicals, and the singing and dancing is what I love most about Bollywood movies. And, just lately I have found myself watching with perverse curiosity the television phenomenon “Dancing with the Stars”. First, I was fascinated by what was passing for “stars” these days, and secondly by how seriously these people take this whole dance thing (and thirdly by Priscilla Presley’s plasticized face). And while it is an amusing way to pass an hour or two, the show has done nothing to change my mind regarding the complete nonsensical nature of dancing, nor the intellectual prowess of professional dancers.
Well, now that I have insulted a vast number of people who enjoy dancing, I think I’ll go curl up back inside my head where I tend to live much of the time.