Have I told you guys how much I love the show So You Think You Can Dance? Because if I haven’t, I need to tell you that I LOVE THIS SHOW.
My husband refuses to watch it, although he does maintain a presence in the same room as me when it’s on. Every now and then, I’ll glance over at him and notice that he’s watching the TV with a look on his face that can best be compared to the look one might have after eating really bad fish. Only a little more confused.
Meanwhile, I’ll be sitting in my overstuffed chair, utterly captivated by how the dancers can contort themselves and move the way they do. I can’t get enough of it. Sometimes, I will say, “OMG honey - can you BELIEVE how good she was?” to which he will reply, “That was good?? It looked like she made a bunch of mistakes and fell down a bunch of times” because he is absolutely incapable of appreciating contemporary dance. I guess it’s like art - you either appreciate its beauty and originality and message, or you look at it and think, “A second grader could paint that.”
Anyway, behold my most favorite routine from a few seasons back. Even though it’s to a Celine Dion song. If I recall correctly, my husband saw this and could only say, “That dude is gay.” Sigh.
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