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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

2 comments:

Anonymous 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...

Susan B said...

That was quite amusing!