Maybe I'm profiling here. 'Cause I'm going to say something that brands a whole category of people and probably isn't fair. BUT, I'm saying it. Because I see it. I don't want to see it. But I do see it. A LOT.
It isn't that all of them do it, but,...
And, don't get me wrong, some of my best friends are...
Um, maybe I should just get on with this.
About a week ago, we joined friends at the Bethesda Blues and Jazz Supper Club. The space is interesting and the food/drink is okay and the bands are enjoyable but what happened... what we witnessed... *shudder*
It's not the club's fault. Well, it sorta is... they do have that dance floor...
*deep breath* Okay.
What is it about middle-aged, white women and bands? Why do these women insist on dancing, by themselves or with each other, when they can NOT dance? But, there they were, Cinderella's three ugly stepsisters, lined up in all their gawkiness in front of the stage, getting down. Not one in time with the band. They weren't even in time with each other.
#1 was doing the "overzealous hip sway with occasional out-of-time clap".
#2 was doing the "step-left-step-right-repeat with your arms up and at odd angles like you are reaching for a light bulb in a closet".
#3 was doing the "'I'm trying to find the beat' toe tap with the wobbly, 270 degree spin around".
WHY?! Why can't we eradicate this scourge in our lifetime?
At some point in my life, I accepted the fact that I don't have the dance gene. Wish I did. I don't. I moved on.
Questions du jour:
- Why can't most middle-aged, white women dance?
- Why do they insist on dancing anyway?
- Are they taking Lee Ann Womack's request too literally?