When I was a little girl I used to watch the ballroom competitions on television. I loved the dancers and the way they glued their hair to their heads, and the feather and sequins and everything about it. It just seemed entirely out of my grasp. An impossible glorious dream.
Then fast forward to today...or a couple of years ago anyway...I missed the entire first season of dancing with the stars, but one day I was cutting out a wool coat and I turned on the television and there was this marathon of the entire season in one day. So I watched. I didn't know any better and I thought...cool...that looks so great. I also thought...cool...I could learn this. The following Monday I found a dance studio.
So I'm a convert and I'm not the best dancer in the world but I'm not terrible either. It is hard, but isn't everything in this world that is worth doing? We in America are a bunch of whiners who want to be bottle fed and instantly glorious at everything we put our hands to, and even with talent ballroom dancing can be excruciating and frustrating. Its worth it that first time when you transcend past; Where are my feet? to, Oh my gosh I'm flying!
I now groan along with all of you as they get rid of the talent and super praise the abysmal and Carrie Ann cries over nothing once or twice for good measure. I do appreciate an occasional intelligent comment from Len.
It has its place and I'm glad that Ballroom is no longer entirely relegated to PBS.
By the way television generally panders to those in the middle to lower ranges of intelligence, what more can you expect?
