"If I can't dance I don't want to be in your revolution." -Emma Goldman
I spent a good half hour this morning dancing. To Mike Doughty and John Mayer. I had a good time.
When I was a girl, I danced endlessly around the house. This was not encouraged by my mother...or my father. How could this girl who dances be theirs? After me, they had sensible sons, who collected baseball cards and could fix things.
I danced in Nepal, and my Nepali friends said, “You dance like a Nepali. How did you learn that?” They don’t know that this happens most places I go. When I was in Cuba, I was told I dance “Cuban.”
It’s very simple really. I have a good sense of dance. And watching others dancing for a few minutes gives me enough to mimic and embellish the local moves. My fascination with Bollywood dance probably stems from this too. To watch. To move.