my inner black woman
February 2nd, 2006 | Written by hurricanic
Somewhere along the way I decided enrolling in a dance class as an adult would be the thing to do. I just get tired of the same thing over and over, you know? And with reality shows taking over and less and less thoughtful, intelligent, talent-filled screenwriters/directors/actors being used in evening drama and sitcom, I’ve moved on from t.v. It’s my way of rebelling, really. Some refuse to drink anything but fair trade coffee. Others only eat food grown organically and free range. I put my foot down and shout a resounding “NO!!” to crappy reality shows. All of them except “Project Runway” that is. That show kicks ass. (Wednesday nights, 9 p.m. central time, BRAVO.)
So I enroll in a dance class to mix it up a bit. Not just any dance class…hip hop. That’s right. Yours truly in a beginning hip hop workshop. I’m well aware of how ridiculous this sounds, so I pulled three of my friends along with me. Jessi, Latonya, and Sarah have joined me in my pursuit of discovering my inner black woman. We know there’s a diva in there. She makes her appearances at times, but I wanted to give her something she could sink her teeth into. “City in Motion” is a great little discovery in midtown near 39th and Main. Weekly, thirty random strangers (except for the three I know from church) all longing to funk it out a bit, kick off their shoes and bust a move, desperately trying to keep up with Bobbie Ray. I love Bobbie Ray. He can count to eight like no other man I know. We’re learning this hot little number to “Run It” by Chris Brown. Occasionally my man Usher gets his shot at giving us the beat, but it’s mainly Chris. “I look fly, and they jockin. The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop.” I may be a little bashful, maybe a little humble, but I’m pretty sure the way I drop doesn’t make anyone wanna pop…quite yet.
And so this white girl continues on in her pursuit of learning the fine art of hip hop. I’ve got seven more weeks and then, depending upon my desire to make dance class a regular part of my budget, I might move on to tap (I’m white, remember) or belly dancing (a girl can try) or burlesque (no freaking way).
Excited to hear more…