bad luck streak in dancing school
i attended a fine dance recital this weekend, marveling at my daughter's ability to move in time with music. like tor's athletic skills, i have no idea where that came from. in truth, young esperanza has worked hard on her dance (and her singing) to further her opportunities as an actor. smart kid.
i sometimes get a little creeped out by dance recitals, where young girls are dolled up in makeup and adult-like costumes. don't get me wrong -- it warms my soul to see the 3-6 year-olds stomping around, beaming in the spotlight and cheers. the more traditional lyrical dances are often quite beautiful too, and some of the more avant garde high school routines are wildly creative. i often marvel at the fitness, strength, dedication, and coordination required to pull off many of the routines.
that said, other routines made me feel as though i walked into an r. kelly video shoot. the moves, costumes, and music are often either suggestive (hot line) or straight-on sexist (should girls be dancing to hey big spender and my boyfriend's back in 2006?). think about casting chicago or all that jazz with twelve-year olds and you'll see what i mean. i'm not sure whether others are creeped out about this or whether i'm just becoming prudish or overly protective. having kids sort of changes you that way. but having kids also means supporting them as their interests develop. so i'm a full-on dance booster at this point.
one clue about the kids' costumes came during the "dancing moms" portion of the program. i noticed that the moms' flapper-esque costumes were far less revealing than those of their teen and tween and pwe-tween daughters. i didn't stick around for the "dancing dads" portion of the program, but i understand tutus were involved. that's more like it. we shouldn't parade our kids around in anything we wouldn't wear ourselves.