Traditional Greek dance consists of men in fluffy white skirts spinning and jumping. And it’s great!
While the two female Greek dancers maintained a stately dignity throughout, the male dancer duo went wild. Did the fluffy white skirts bring out their inner male dancing beasts???
UP went the arms of the two male dancers, swirling and intertwining as they hurled forward then backward, then around in a frenzied circle, dragging the two women hither and thither with ecstatic abandon.
“Oh my,” the Greek ladies seemed to be gasping through their frozen half smiles.
“Ahhh!” a fellow Boston teacher squealed, “look at that man move!”
Indeed, I looked up just in time to see the more rotund of the two men leaping into the air, landing into a half split, flipping upside-down, then lifting his smaller counterpart aloft.
“WOOSH!” went the fluffy white Man Skirts as they flipped upward to expose an eyeful of white Man Tights. (“Mights?”)
“Eeeiii!” screamed my Boston coworker.
“Tee hee!” I replied.
As the dancers thumped towards us with their pom-pom-toed booties and yanked us onto the dance floor for the next hour, I suddenly got really happy. Sometimes I forget: I love to dance, and the wilder the dance is, the happier I get!
As I pranced around, my mind flashed through memories of other parts of the world, and this question surfaced: Why are Americans so afraid of dance?
Have you ever noticed that the hips of Americans are basically cemented into immobility due to a lifetime lack of dancing?
Travel down to Latin America and people can gyrate on command, but at a recent Boston Zumba class I attended, the instructor was forced to devote a third of the class just to practicing rump circles. “Creeeaak!” groaned our rigid hip tendons. We just couldn’t move them, because we rarely do.
What a waste of our bodies to keep them immobile, when they really just want to MOVE!
And what about dance in schools? Dancing brings people joy (once we get over any imbedded cultural fear), so why keep that joy from children?
In the small town in Ghana, West Africa where I taught for three months, all school events had a dancing intermission: a mid-way break where music poured forth and both students and teachers rocked out!
I thank the Greek dancers in their skirts for helping me wonder: Would the students in the Boston school where I teach enjoy having a dancing intermission every now and then???
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