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November 8, 2010 / Prof Cupcake.

1: when in doubt, dance. (Part One- most likely)

You might never end up in love, in fact most people it seems don’t. The lucky ones end up married, which though it might seem a lot like love turns out to be very different from our silver screen depictions of happily ever after. But what no one can ever take away from you is that when in doubt you might as well dance. (I don’t think that this realization should be that startling but I do think there are powerful physiological reasons for this motto being at least slightly more practical then other tawdry life lessons such as when life gives you lemons make lemonade, which is one of the dullest thing one can say in English.)

I am not talking about dancing the waltz here. I am talking about freeform hedonistic throw your arms to the moon and howl out the beast you are dancing. Movement is what defines us as humans. We are by our very design a species that evolved to roam and explore, to move through the world in the endless pursuit of experience. So ingrained within us is this biological imperative that as babies we often only find solace while be walked and rocked by out elders. Some deeply primal part of us understand that to move is to live and only through our engagement with the concept of movement will we develop into unique individuals able to function.

Walking and running are great, but for me it has to be dancing ever time. Movement and expression of feeling through an active engagement with the space times continuum is powerful stuff… which really is just me trying to say that dancing actively releases endorphins and those makes you happy.

Most accurately summed up by 90’s chick flick power couple Julia Roberts and Rupert Everett in MY BEST FRIEND’S WEDDING the following seems a good motto for life and goes something like this:

George: [on phone] Has God heard your little prayer? Will Cinderella dance again? And then… suddenly, the crowds part. And there he is, sleek, stylish, radiant with charisma. Bizarrely, he’s on the telephone. But then, so are you. And he comes towards you… the moves of a jungle cat. And although you, quite correctly, sense that he is… gay, like most devastating handsome single men of his age are, you think, what the hell, life goes on. Maybe there won’t be marriage, maybe there won’t be sex, but, by God, there’ll be dancing

So the first half of that quote is utterly superfluous but I love it. Oh how right you are Rupert Everett’s character there can always be dancing. Especially because you only need yourself for dancing and in case you live in a dystopian future where the tea party has outlawed self pleasuring and has come up with some crazy 1984 way of making sure you are following this law, Dancing might be the only way you can so happily and legally play with yourself.

Ah lovely silver screen goddess how you can show me that even in the face of seemingly overwhelming anguishes. Such as when your (spoiler alert) best friend and wanted lover has just left you FOR EVER for a pretty young blond thing, a nice GBF and some booty shakin will make all right in the world.

 

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