Just Dance
One of my favorite fantasies is of being led around the dance floor by a man who knows what he’s doing. Sadly, partner dancing has been relegated to “Latin Night,” or watching the older generation do the jitterbug, wistfully from the sidelines. I wonder if another wave will sweep through, like the brief resurgence of Swing in the mid-1990s. It was too short, but so much fun!
Do you love to dance?
For some reason, dancing has been coming up this week in so many conversations online and in face-to-face too. Obviously I need to dance more and that’s good exercise. And it’s cold in the house so getting up to do some yoga or a little dancing is just a way to stay warm (praise all the gods, we haven’t yet got major snow unlike the folks in the west) because it costs a lot to keep a 200 year old house — well, not so much warm as not freezing.
So yeah, there’s a practical side to dancing. Whether you think it the first refinements of a polished society or the province of ‘savages’ dance has always been around. And it has so very often played exactly the role Shaw gives it in the image above: testing one’s sexual mettle. Years…
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