Dance

Yesterday I had to sit through 3 hours of girls doing contemporary dance because my daughter was in one 4 minute effort out of the three hours.

Ground hog day, 40 dance-lets. Some were great, some were terrible, But 10 would have seen me right for the next lifetime or two.

The oddest effort was by the intermediate contemporary tap girls. It was tap dancing in Scottish kilts with Irish dancing mixed with hip hop and tap. Totally bloody surreal.

It was 100% Eastern Suburbs, 99.5% white-bread anglo girls, no boys, perversely American in flavor and unrelenting in the sexualisation of the girls.

I wisely kept my opinions to myself. I would have been stoned to death by the mothers if I had uttered one single less-than-gushy comment. Some were actually crying during the performances, so moved they were.

Thus the freight train thunders on.