No I haven't finished my essay, why would I have finished my essay
There was going to be a lengthy post here about why it's a dick move to dismiss all of dance and everything associated with it just because you, personally, aren't good at it and have some weirdo perfectionist freakout where you can't enjoy something if you're not AMAZING at it - I got half-way through this beast of a post and I realised I could sum it up as "don't be a precious twat and stop taking yourself so seriously", which is what I'm going to do. Apart from anything else this method saves me having to listen to people defending their sacred fucking cows from charges of "being a bit of a dick occasionally". NB: Most of the people I admire are a lot of a dick a lot of the time, so I've sort of got used to facepalming when they open their mouths AMANDA PALMER, COURTNEY LOVE. Because while there will be excellent points there will also be batshittery, ignorance, and occasionally outright spite, due to them being human and extreeeeeemely fallible.
Can't I just dance because I fucking like it? I'm not doing it to show off or to attract people. I don't dance to be sexy, I don't dance to assess other people's worthiness as a fucking partner, I do it because it makes me happy, and I don't think that is a VERY DIFFICULT CONCEPT.
Is your New Year's Reading Resolution to read more poetry? Are you intimidated by the prospect of buying some huge-ass anthology full of Terribly Clever Poems and eager to ease yourself into this whole poetry business a little more gently?
Price: £5.99
"Poems to and about London by someone who has been conducting a decade-long love affair with the city."
Also, it is tiny, and therefore suitable should you require some verse at a moment's notice. I fully support anyone wishing to pretend they wrote one of these poems for class or whatever, too.
(I've also made some new buttons/pins/badges here: http://www.zazzle.co.uk/delilahdesanges/buttons)
Can't I just dance because I fucking like it? I'm not doing it to show off or to attract people. I don't dance to be sexy, I don't dance to assess other people's worthiness as a fucking partner, I do it because it makes me happy, and I don't think that is a VERY DIFFICULT CONCEPT.
Is your New Year's Reading Resolution to read more poetry? Are you intimidated by the prospect of buying some huge-ass anthology full of Terribly Clever Poems and eager to ease yourself into this whole poetry business a little more gently?
Price: £5.99
"Poems to and about London by someone who has been conducting a decade-long love affair with the city."
Also, it is tiny, and therefore suitable should you require some verse at a moment's notice. I fully support anyone wishing to pretend they wrote one of these poems for class or whatever, too.
(I've also made some new buttons/pins/badges here: http://www.zazzle.co.uk/delilahdesanges/buttons)