So word on the street is that ex-VP Dan Quayle might be joining the cast of the next round of Dancing with the Stars, alongside the likes of Kim Kardashian and Lance Bass.
This totally makes me want to cry.
I kinda had a crush on Dan Quayle when he was Veep. At least, when he didn’t speak. He was great at just standing there and looking pretty though. The thought of him being in the same company as skanky Kim Kardashian and Gay Lance Bass, on a totally ridiculous dance show, is just really sad to me. Is there no better gig out there for him? Seriously?
Speaking of Dancing with the Stars, if you are one of the zillions of people wasting your time on that nonsense, please watch So You Think You Can Dance this Wednesday so you can see dancers with actual talent. Dancing With The Stars is dumb, watered down dancing.
The fact that I have an opinion, either way, on either of these shows also makes me want to cry.
I just read in a magazine that Mia Michaels, choreographer on So You Think You Can Dance, and pictured above, is FORTY TWO YEARS OLD.
This is alarming to me. Forty two is within a pretty good shooting distance of my age. Forty alone is within point blank range. And I know I have a warped sense of my own maturity level, but you guys, I seriously have long thought that Mia Michaels could be my mom. I mean, not LITERALLY - because I don’t question who my actual mom is, but I have always thought she sort of belonged in the same age group as my mom. And now my world is totally ROCKED because she is just a few years older THAN I AM.
Is this what forty two year olds look like for real? Or is she just really really haggard?
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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