ever see the movie "dirty dancing"? well, this is "deadly dancing". i have never been a strong dancer. well, i've been strong while dancing, but not for dancing, specifically. i'm a bit of a clumsey oaf, as anyone who properly knows me should, well, know. we found this out when i was just a teeny tiny mini-me, in children's jazz ballet, where, during a spin, i bloodied three mini-dancer noses simultaneously, a fact i'm still kida proud of (i mean, three at once! one single movement! it's a move any non-powerful superhero would kill to have!) in the end, i didn't even learn the dance correctly, and went off doing my own thing in the show. made me look cute, then. when i got older, it just got me kicked out of every musical number in high school plays.
anyway, today's deal is "how to dance" from wikiHow. we will put to test the web site's claim that it can teach me to dance in eight easy steps. i'll practice at home, then put it to use in a public situation.
step 1: listen to the rhythm. no problem. too easy. i'm a writer, i got a music scholarship in college. i can do rhythm.
in private: small potatoes.
in public: ditto.
step 2: bob your head to the rhythm. yup. felt like a parrot. a dorky, white parrot.
in private: felt a bit silly, especially staring back at myself in the mirror.
in public: felt silly, because all the movies say the one bobbing their head while everyone else dances is the one with the least talent.
step 3: shift your weight between your feet.
at home: felt like a penguin.
in public: felt like a fat penguin.
step 4: move your feet.
in private: took a while to figure out that a couple inches' movement was, indeed, enough
in public: really had to look out for other people's feet.
step 5: move your hips. you know when a girl has shapeley hips, the saying "nice back porch" comes up? well mine's not so much a back porch as a mad wrecking ball with a vendetta against all humanity, just released from years of imprisonment, out for blood, silencing all who would oppose it.
in private: things were broken. practice needed to keep my surroundings intact. actually got to the point where i felt sexy and had fun with it.
in public: people were broken. practice was needed to keep my surroundings intact. actually got to the point where i almost had fun with it, and could even ignore the comments of the jerk wads behind me before i finally flipped them off and found another place to start the process over.
step 6: throw your hands in the air. ... danger! danger, will robinson!
at home: whatever was too high up to have been broken my my swaying hips was taken out by my arms and hands. ever see the children's movie "igor"? youtube that and the words "audition practice" and check out eva's grand fanale. that was me! really felt silly doing all that by myself.
in public: whoever was too high up to have been broken by my swaying hips were taken out by my arms and hands. again, check out that audition practice scene from "igor", and watch eva's grand fanale. that was me, again! really felt silly doing this around other people.
step 7: lose yourself in the music. wait, lose myself? that's what got me into this whole mess; i spent more consentration on the music and how it made me feel than the proper way to dance so that i can avoid becoming a charming murderess (naturally, darling, i'd be charming whatever i am). but i tried this step, anyway, for the sake of the labratz name.
at home: started to break things again, but with a vengance. the uprising of the mole people was called off after assuming i was the topsiders' secret weapon.
in public: violence, carnage, lawsuits were filed, and wills were penned. people were shouting their last words into the night just before i destroyed them. cyborg aliens invaded, then turned around and headed for alpha centuri after seing my deadly display.
step 8: practice dancing whenever you have the chance. .... really? ....
really? ... i wouldn't subject the general public to that again for all the magical saurkraut in the land of angry lederjosen. i can do it alone, but when would i want to? and it's not like i actually plan on dancing in public again. not at weddings. not in a club. severely doubt the possibility of a house party. maybe if the cyborg aliens came back, but i really wouldn't mind a new regime of mole people... finally, people with my complexion!
final verdict: disproved wikiHow's claim of teaching someone to dance. in public. alone, okay, whatever. but to take this site's advice and use it in a social situation, i say to them, "no friggin' way, man!"
for i am we and we are labrats, and LABRATZ-R-WE!!!