tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post3289072717702777657..comments2023-11-25T02:52:50.396-07:00Comments on Faith in Ambiguity: The Story of My Failed Career as a DancerAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-79794246260201439582012-04-10T15:21:30.783-06:002012-04-10T15:21:30.783-06:00I'm a total spaz when I dance so I try to keep...I'm a total spaz when I dance so I try to keep it under wraps in the confines of the Grotto. However, I've been known to (rarely) bust a move at one of the dance clubs we frequent...but only if I can get the darkest dark corner to myself.Just Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02861216483398553225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-23200468357645275712012-04-06T17:28:53.441-06:002012-04-06T17:28:53.441-06:00I think the whole thing got started because the te...I think the whole thing got started because the teacher's daughter had a pen pal from the Philipines so we had an impromptu social studies unit on the culture of the Philipines. Of course, that would never happen these days, as it would be off the standardized curriculum. ;)Masked Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-50100428585829399672012-04-06T12:08:01.732-06:002012-04-06T12:08:01.732-06:00I'm with Beth on this one- I LOVE dancing with...I'm with Beth on this one- I LOVE dancing with my kids, and though I am an extrovert I hate dancing in public. I am very tall and have a personality that draws people in, but dancing is one thing I wish nobody would ever have to see me do. Ever. It makes things very awkward whenever I'm a bridesmaid and have to do it in front of so many people :scdnkarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12300104667616840616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-41807872684518421282012-04-06T11:11:54.430-06:002012-04-06T11:11:54.430-06:00Holy crap! I had to do tinikling in Folk Dancing i...Holy crap! I had to do tinikling in Folk Dancing in college. That's not dancing, that's a rare form of torture. My shins hurt for weeks afterward.TangledLouhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04771682524596744447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-83011467170134308662012-04-06T08:19:23.184-06:002012-04-06T08:19:23.184-06:00I haven't willing danced "publicly" ...I haven't willing danced "publicly" since fifth grade when for the talent show five friends and I did our version of tinikling, a traditional Phillipine dance. It involved two long poles held parallel, which were tapped to the ground then against one another while two other people danced between and above them. I can no longer remember if I was a dancer or a tapper for the actual performance, but do remember having deep concerns about having my butt directly in someone's face while dancing in practice. Until I read this, I had completely forgotten that there was a time in my life when I was completely okay with getting on stage and moving around.<br /><br />Right around puberty, hiding as much as possible became my default and I still struggle with that tendency. As a non-dancer married to a dancer, I can wholly appreciate your feelings on public dancing (and the "helpful" folks you run into out there on the dance floor).Masked Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-41272243545215737682012-04-05T22:25:18.558-06:002012-04-05T22:25:18.558-06:00I am thoroughly amused by this tambourine image......I am thoroughly amused by this tambourine image...At some point, I stopped enjoying dancing in public. I used to quite like it, as long as there was no memorization of steps. My body has felt wrong for dancing ever since I had kids, like I never got my center of gravity right again...I expect it's all made up. Anyway, I still dance if required to, but I am afraid–without abandon.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-1659132304557497652012-04-05T22:22:33.376-06:002012-04-05T22:22:33.376-06:00As long as you never know and no one disturbs your...As long as you never know and no one disturbs your self-image, why even worry at all? My problem is that I have built in assholes in my head that say rude things, so I don't require any real ones. Call it a superpower.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-27347031715829037412012-04-05T22:20:29.318-06:002012-04-05T22:20:29.318-06:00Kids are great for dancing with. I am actually abl...Kids are great for dancing with. I am actually able to get kindergartners to laugh at my lousy sketches however...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-83849347355663580222012-04-05T22:19:26.303-06:002012-04-05T22:19:26.303-06:00Many people enjoy being cheered up, M. I prefer to...Many people enjoy being cheered up, M. I prefer to be either patiently listened to or left alone, which is substantially more work. I think it this is one of my more HM qualities.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-29037586004758740402012-04-05T14:47:12.932-06:002012-04-05T14:47:12.932-06:00We are kin in this. I blew my college GPA because ...We are kin in this. I blew my college GPA because I got a D in Folk Dancing. I hit some poor girl in the face with a tambourine during the final because I was whirling the wrong way in some Italian gypsy dance. I also dropped my theater major in college because of all the dancing and singing. And the tedious people, but that's a different story.<br />I do, however, dance out in public all the time. I just summon my invisibility spell (the one where I shut down my brain to any outside stimuli and pretend I'm invisible) and dance away. I really think that the sight of someone thoroughly enjoying themselves should not be laughable, but inspirational. It is one of the few times when I really don't care who's watching or what they think.TangledLouhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04771682524596744447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-77621575841328292982012-04-05T12:56:11.183-06:002012-04-05T12:56:11.183-06:00I dance everyday with exercise as my excuse to pro...I dance everyday with exercise as my excuse to profoundly toss my old body around like it had purpose and grace, it has neither. <br />When I was younger, I think I was a pretty good dancer. I'm talking bar type dancing on a crowded floor. My thinner and more agile body moved pretty well in time with any music. Now those moves, they feel the same, do not have the same visual effect! Now I look down right pathetic, but the smile on my face surely must distract from the spasm I call dance, right?<br />♥Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18285427147723972295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-33917679264447275822012-04-05T08:48:10.753-06:002012-04-05T08:48:10.753-06:00Most of my dancing is done with little kids, who a...Most of my dancing is done with little kids, who are wonderfully non-judgmental (or at least if they recognize what a dancing goon I am, they aren't yet verbal enough to convey their "what a big doofus" thoughts). <br /><br />Oh, and your last sentence made me actually LOL. :ODAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-21460651168437727882012-04-05T08:40:51.515-06:002012-04-05T08:40:51.515-06:00Yay for funny Tara writing today! You know, I'...Yay for funny Tara writing today! You know, I've *always* been a cheerer-upper and I never realized I was having the exact opposite effect until now. This is information I could have used 20 years ago. In my defense, as well as the defense of Pollyannas everywhere, it is not generally borne of pity, but of a sincere desire for the intense introverts among us to lighten their critique on themselves a bit.<br /><br />And now I want to go dancing. Maybe in the laundry room.Margihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00380912871792176901noreply@blogger.com