I hate dancing more than I can possibly explain. I hate doing it myself, which I can’t anyway, but I loathe and resent the necessity to try. I hate watching other people do it. I hate the way it breaks up conversation. I hate the slovenly mixture of sexual exhibitionism, strutting contempt and repellent narcissism that it involves. I hate it when it is formless, meaningless bopping and I hate it (if anything even more) when it is formal and choreographed into genres like ballroom or schooled disco. Those cavortings are so embarrassing and dreadful as to force my hand to my mouth.
... and ...
I think less of no one for loving to dance. I am fully aware that, from the most polished society to the most, hem, savage, it is what humans do more than writing, ball games, praying, knitting, riding, singing even. They dance in the mornings they dance at nights, they dance in their trousers and they dance in their tights. The whole world dances. Except Stephen and a few others. So do believe this. I am not in any way, not in ANY WAY scornful of those who dance, I am merely describing my allergic response. I am allergic to champagne as it happens, and this has given me a very healthy and natural distaste for it. I could describe the loathing and fear I have of the drink, but it would in no way implicate champagne drinkers. So let it be with Terpsichore and her art. I am allergic to it, but I do not despise those who are not. I can’t go so far as to say that I envy them, but scorn and derision? Absolutely not. Just don’t ever look for me on the dance floor.
Stephen Fry - Bored of the Dance
Couldn't have said it better myself (except for the bit about champagne - I love champagne).
5 comments:
i sympathise.
at least C understands that i'd much prefer to just watch her dance than to make a fool of myself.
btw, assuming my name becomes a hyperlink, 'gero' has been reinvented.
more to come.. the reinvention has taken enough hours (3 actually).
You don't seem to have a problem with dancing in the kitchen...
Quiet you.
Anyway, I'd hardly call that spasmodic, desperate twitching 'dancing'.
Cry for help, maybe...
i think the captcha words are getting harder to read. Or maybe i'm getting closer to needing glasses.
I'm sure C would answer a cry for help with a salsa lesson in return for hot food.
you might want to update your blogroll, soon 'gero' will be no more. I only kept it so i could export the posts, which is now all neatly wrapped up in the new backend :)
but then, you still have a link to pixelated dreams as well !
Google captcha sucks and is getting worse.
I don't want dance lessons. I want people to leave me alone when I say "No thanks but you go right ahead. I'll stay here with the drinks and the handbags".
The whole blog is out of date. Giving serious consideration to moving the domain to Tumblr, starting again with a different feel and leaving parr0t.blogspot for prosperity. Tumblr is nice and is a lot more fun to use than this place is.
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