Sébastien asked me, after I had ordered a martini shaken violently, if I liked things violent. I said, without thinking, that no, not really, being a dancer was violent enough. As I said it, I thought, whoa, that's interesting, what the hell did I mean by that?
Well, this weekend's So You Think You Don't Folk Dance conversation provided lots of answers to that question. Here are some of the words that ocurred over and over again:
folk dance is murder
contemporary dance is dead
bifurtication of the body
No wonder I am in my fifth day of a headache.