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Linda Grant, thinking about clothes, books and other matters.

Friday, 7 December 2007

Straight white male goes hiphop dancing

Via a circuitous route, I have just found a very funny blog

I was trapped in a cab headed to a hip-hop dancing class in Chelsea. I do not dance. Also, I was deeply terrified of a changing room full of gay men. Who else would take a class like this I thought? Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t that I thought anyone would take a fancy to me; far from it in fact, what terrified me was imagining how my feeble frame would measure up against so many well-tended physiques. I could picture them with their pronounced abs and their shiny golden pectorals. I look like a plump shaved albino ferret. With fluff stuck on.

all that he feared turned out to be true


Toby Wollin said...

"unique and provocative" is right. Dancing lessons of any type tend to be pretty humiliating. My husband and I went to ballroom dancing lessons for years - seeing the abject terror on his face took all the enjoyment out of it for me. On the other hand, he's a mean hand at dancing around the kitchen now...

Deja Pseu said...

That was quite amusing!