5/21/06, my bedroom: A few nights ago I went to a dance recital that was four of the most boring hours of my entire life. I found it strange that moves likely seen in a dance club for adults are incorporated into routines for 10-16 year old girls. I doubt many of the parents would want their daughters shaking their "boo-tay" on a dance floor somewhere, yet this after-school activity is teaching them how to do just that. Something else I noticed were the two guys among the hundreds of female performers. One was a kid who could not have have been any older than eight years old. What eight year old boy asks his mom if he can be a dancer? His mother must have forced him into it, not realizing the years of ridicule that await her son. I'd like to close by addressing Riverdance. What in the world is so amazing about a bunch of people repeatedly tapping their shoes to an Irish tune? I can't figure out what's so charming about it. The point of this snippet is that the art form of dance confuses me.

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