Miasma saidI feel bad for her. I can't imagine how hard it would be to be that famous. It made me realize the things I take for granted, walking down the street for example. She's being crushed by her success.
I liked how eloquently she expressed her love for dancing; I think it's hard for anyone else but dancers to understand. It's theraputic, and sometimes the only way to work through something is to feel that emotion, and sometimes the only way to express it is to "move a certain way."
She's in my prayers
yes, it's a shortcoming of most dancers i've known. unfortunately, because most dancers can't articulate their thoughts verbally we all get reduced to stereotypes. it's an oversimplification (if not outright error) to say that dance is theraputic, and it's a completely non-specific statement to say you like to "move in a certain way." it sounds deep to people who don't dance, but it really is a non-statement. there are millions of ways to move: which certain way did you have in mind? explosively? languidly? fluidly? erratically? all? none? butoh, anyone?
if dance were simply theraputic (as so many movers i know will say in an attempt to validate a form of training that shouldn't require any such justification), then you must be horrifically fucked up to not finally be done with dancing after a few years of training. i mean really... hobbies are theraputic. if you are engulfed in a passion for dance (or any other form of learning), it obliterates your desire for almost anything else. you are nakedly vulnerable to the art, and you are willing to allow your heart and soul to be lashed publically as a proof of your undying devotion.
dance, in fact, is NOT theraputic - many, if not MOST, of the issues i have in my head stem specifically from being a dancer... how the hell is THAT theraputic? dance is a horribly selfish, one-sided, addictive love affair. dance is a parasite. dance is a jealous, demanding dominatrix who casts you off with a whim. you stick with her loyally in the hopes that she will be loyal in return, that she will reward you for bending your entire existance to her demands. she expects EVERYTHING from you, and gives you very little in return (except to satiate your need for her). dance destroys a dancer on many levels, and the only reason a dancer stays with the art is because of obsession, not simply because of "therapy" or a need to "express myself." bullshit. you stay with the bitch, because she's beautiful and she makes alluring promises...
brittany, and anyone else who dedicates his/her life to kinesthetic fury, does so because of the addictive, intoxicating rush that comes from exertion, the pain and reward of growth (something anyone who lifts weights should understand), the serenity of finally finding a way to communicate adequately (since words so often are completely useless), and the teasing possibility that maybe it will all be worth it when dance looks at you and finally gives a nod of approval.
dance is a cunt. and i love her.