Ten pounds, five hairstyles, six hair colors, a combined seventeen rhythm costumes and ballroom gowns, same studio in three locations with one name change (Jones DanceSport Ballroom), two age classifications and six proficiency levels over 31 competitions later …what a difference three years makes! Thank you again to Liberty Cogen, the host of Dance Network’s Barretender, for the opportunity
Dancers shout merde at each other all the time. Beautifully coifed women in Swarovski crystal laden gowns and dapper men in suits and tails shouting merde at one another around the ballroom seems odd, but it’s how we say good luck. The custom is rooted in NEVER saying good luck to performers because silly superstition dictates that to do so actually causes bad luck. One says break a leg to thespians, musicians and singers, but obviously
It is widely accepted that honesty is the best policy. I, however, do not agree. Early in my career as a mommy-blogger, I addressed this topic in a post I wrote about an exchange that took place twenty-five years ago between me and my then three year-old son. (NOTE: I was eight months pregnant at the time.)
“Mommy…”
“Yes?”
“I’m thorry to tell you thith, but your butt’s pretty big.”
(See NOTE above.)
“Sweetheart…”