Twerk it

I love to dance. It allows me to escape to another place. Music takes me out of the shitstorm that is my life and the movement just flows. I don't think about anything when I dance. I simply let the music move through my body.

As part of birthday week celebrations I went dancing with some girlfriends last night. I wore my hair in a simple pony tail and a dress I have never had the courage to wear before just because it matched my birthday eyeshadow.

I can get a little out of hand when I dance. Probably because I truly don't care. I couldn't give a shit what anyone thinks of me when I am dancing. I dance for me. If others don't like it I don't care. I no longer get offended when people critique my style (or lack thereof). Whereas previously I would fall into a heap for days if someone made a comment that I was too rigid or needed to "flow" more. I can now shrug the criticism off and throw it back at them. If you don't like the way I dance simply stop looking.

No thanks to Ms Cyrus I had a number of people asking me to twerk last night. Not. Going. To. Happen. I saw the photos. If a super star's arse looks like that when twerking what chance to us mere mortals have? There were plenty of women, dressed totally inappropriately for the task, giving it a go though. I will need mental bleach if my ability to suppress that fails me. But seriously, there is some dancing that does not belong on the dance floor. I am happy to get my sexy on when dancing but there is a line. Twerking is well past the line. So far in fact that the line appears as a dot. Women of the world, keep it stylish! Go crazy if you must but do not present your stocking clad beige control briefs to the dance floor while twerking on the podium. No one wants to see that.