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This is going to sound very un-gay of me, but sometimes these things happen, so I'll just say it.

What is it about competitive ballroom dancing - particularly the Latin dances - that compels men to look like Mediterranean gigolos and women to look like handbags?

Just thought I'd ask.

(Seriously, though, these ladies need to lay off with the tanning.)

Choreography I have seen so far in 2006:

• Night Creature, Alvin Ailey
  
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I am enjoying the hell out of Mad Hot Ballroom.  The kids from Tribeca will cute you to death.

And Ann Reinking is totally turning into Skeletor.

I can always learn stuff.  I love that.

I have the world's most disgusting post-nasal drip at the moment.

I just spent a lot of money, but it was worthwhile at least.  Well, okay, personally edifying.
The programs are going to be awesome, even if the pieces aren't the one's I'm really dying to see.

I need to be some daddy's best little good boy today, I think.

*sigh*

Call it playing on a negative stereotype (that's probably what it is, after all), but I'm going to say it anyway.

I am of the unwavering opinion that a man who spends any amount of time on the Latin side of Dancesport is a big ol’ slut.

Now, being a slut is far from a bad thing…

I hate being behind the curve; not getting information ahead of everyone else is unnerving to me.

Some may remember my holding forth about one of my favorite choreographers, Ohad Naharin, from whom I had the privilege of taking classes in Modern Dance with back in the aeon about 80 pounds.  I was excited to read that he was mounting his Black Milk ( Read more... )