I’m not a big fan of Dancing With The Stars, I’ve got limited time and I don’t want to get caught up in an hour of watching semi-famous people dance around…O.K. that’s the partial truth. The whole truth is if I do get caught up in DWTS, I’ll start to believe I can dance as good–no, BETTER than those posers!
It’s just the smallest leap of imagination (my imagination) that I can go from this:
With absolutely no alcohol involved. It just might be that I don’t have an honesty mirror when I leap, twirl and caper about.
Fortunately the gods bestowed a benefaction upon my misguided and terribly ungainly self. The Honesty Slap required for those of us who truly believe we are a gift to the dance floor. A You Tube clip of England’s version of DWTS, Strictly Come Dancing .
Ann Widecombe, a British conservative politician, sometimes referred to as a “noisy busybody” but never once considered, by anyone’s stretch of imagination, a decent dancer.
I watched aghast as she took to the dance floor, partnered with professional dancer Anton Du Beke and…well…words fail me…
Don’t get me wrong, I give her a world of credit! Clearly she put her heart into her performance and was willing to be choreographed to her strengths…but this is a harsh wake-up call because the look on her face, the glimmer in her eye is exactly how I feel when I’m dancing my heart out, believing with every fiber of my being that I reign supreme on the dance floor.
Yes, I took it hard when it all came crashing down on me. The truth is sometimes very painful. I needed the extra hour of sleep last night to recover from three hours of sobbing into my pillow but I would rather know the truth than continue to entertain people ala Elaine from Seinfeld.