a little secret

it's a little embarrassing to admit that i got snared by a pop culture phenomenon, but whether it fits my "do nothing everyone else is doing" attitude or not, it happened. i am in love with so you think you can dance.

let me first defend myself by saying i am not a TV sort of person. sure, i love the office and i've been known to spend afternoons in front of hgtv or the foodnetwork, but in general i'd rather be doing something else--like writing a book or reading a book or watching henry eat a book.

but there's something about the show. [it definitely isn't the host or the judges or the way they keep referring to "America" as though she has a national identity and a single unified purpose--at least when it comes to one of the nation's greatest popularity contests.] so putting all the tween girl appeal aside, i admit i love to watch people passionate about dancing, dance. and it's not because i think i can dance [i know i can't]. but i wish that i could. and somehow watching others carry out that same dream onstage lets me imagine for a minute that i can spin on my head and jump into a somersault and not only move around in heels, but move convincingly, like i was born with three inch spikes attached to my feet.

so, dance, i say. dance.
[and i'm going to feel real ridiculous if i keep crying like i did last night every time a dancer has to leave the show.]