Monday 10 December 2012

There is no such thing as a “bad dancer”




That’s it. That is the whole point of this post. I get wound up by those who insist on being negative about other dancers’ abilities or style.

Fortunately I live in a lovely scene where most people are quite positive about each other. But sometimes you hear these comments sneaking into conversations, exchanges, camps, on the internet, or in the back of a shared taxi to an after party when they think no-one is listening.

So here are my thoughts.


a) No-one was born knowing a specific form of dance.

Everyone was a beginner once, and everyone is somewhere on a learning curve.

You may be less experienced, or more experienced, but no-one is “bad”. Beginners are just beginning- be nice to them and help them have the enthusiasm and courage to begin to realise their potential and to feel good about it.

But they will take different amounts of time.

Some people take longer at stages of their learning curve than others, and some practise more or less. Some are at a natural advantage e.g. being very good at watching and replicating movements, and some may be disadvantaged, e.g. if they have never learnt a dance, or thought about rhythm before and find it more difficult than others. But that doesn’t make them bad, it makes them learning. Sometimes people will have been dancing for ages and moving very slowly on the learning curve - or have a plateau before moving on up. They are still learning. We are all still learning.

However it is possible to be an AMAZING dancer, or a good dancer, or a great dancer, or whatever else you want to say. Those are all positive terms so I am all in favour! (Though they are not descriptive, as “great” to someone may mean technically brilliant, where great to another may mean imaginative and fun, or really positive, or very comfortable or whatever else you may enjoy about them.)

A wise person knows there is always more to learn.


b) Its only dancing.

Now don’t get me wrong- I love dancing as much as the next swing-crazed camp-going exchange-organising lindy teacher and occasional choreographer. I love it.

For the feeling and the music, but largely because it is a very sociable and fun thing to do. I don’t do it to be the best (and I know full well I’m never going to be), I do it for the joy. Take away the social/fun/joy, and most people would probably go do Zumba or something instead.

Being an amazing technical “serious” dancer, does not make someone a nice, friendly, loving, fun or kind person. It doesn’t validate your humanity.

We all know people who have been a pleasure to dance with from day one, because of their enthusiasm, happiness and friendly personality. People who take an interest and are kind, regardless of what level of a camp you have booked onto. They may be extremely inexperienced, but never “bad”, because of all the “good” they bring with them.

We also all know people who are advanced/experienced dancers, but to put it frankly, twats.


c) Sometimes we just don’t connect…

Sometimes people just don’t dance particularly well together. They may both be really great experienced dancers, but sometimes people just don’t fit together as well as they will with other dancers.

Everyone has people they connect more with than others, and often it will be better given a second try, so if you have a dance with someone where you feel disconnected or even if it all goes wrong, have a laugh, have a chat, be super friendly, call it a warm up, and dance another.

If this doesn’t work- never mind. Sometimes people just don’t click as well.

There is a dancer in my scene who I could never dance with, especially as a beginner though it is better now.

A few years ago he said to me something along the lines of “It’s amazing how much you’ve progressed. You were a pretty challenging follow, at first.”

I thought it was hilarious. Talk about a backhanded compliment. But I also thought it was great, because when I was beginning he was always positive, encouraging and friendly, and always willing to dance. I was pants, but no-one said that to me- I would have been completely crushed and probably stopped coming to classes (because between you and me, internet, I’m a very sensitive soul and am not very good at taking things on the chin) but I tried, and improved because people encouraged me and gave me a chance.


d) The Exception.

The exception to the “there are no bad dancers” in my opinion, are when people make others uncomfortable. In terms of skill, I genuinely believe that everyone is learning and has potential and no-one should be “bad”.

However, the only things I would describe as “bad” are things that make people uncomfortable. If you do it accidentally once or twice, fair enough, but act within normal social parameters as you would to anyone else! Dancer or not!

It is not ok to lick a relative stranger, or touch them inappropriately, or to lead them through the medium of groin contact, or to tell them they are doing something wrong,  to do anything that physically hurts them.

Unless they as you to of course. If someone says “Hey, during this dance please stare unremittingly at my chest and then try to lick my ear”, then by all means go ahead, With relish.


Conclusion

So let’s not talk about “bad” dancers, or “shit” dancers or any other negative comments on learning/skill level.

Let’s talk about less experienced dancers, or beginners, or improvers, or “Dave- the one who always does the hilarious pecking” or “Jenny, who is a cancer nurse”, “Happy Lucy” or “Alan who does the plank at inappropriate moments” or whatever you want to do to describe someone. And feel free to use as many amazing positive phrases as you like!

Everyone has space to learn, and the best dancers in the world will mostly happily discuss things they are working on or things they are learning or devising.

If they can’t, they’re probably not the best dancers in the world.


Some of these dancers had only had two classes before they began learning this routine- but they are all FANTASTIC! Full of enthusiasm and ready to give it a go. That is what makes a "good" dancer, to me.



If we want the world around us to be a more positive place, we have to be more positive. "Be the change you want to see in the world."

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Sunday 30 September 2012

Gangnam Style Scottish Tudor Socks



So. I had a *lovely* time last weekend, swing dancing in Edinburgh with loads of brilliant people.

However, over the weekend I referred to, and made comparison with a variety of things, to be met with blank stares. So HERE are either a) a selection of random things which are hopefully entertaining or interesting or b) that thing I was talking about so now you understand/know a bit more.

Gangnam Style!

I was planning to Gangnam up my lindy a bit this weekend for comedy value. If you don’t know what this means – look here.

Gangnam Style, by Psy is number 1 in the charts of many countries and is a kinda K-Pop pastiche on people from the area called Gangnam.

“"Gangnam is a territory in Seoul, Korea. I describe it as noble at the daytime and going crazy at the night time. I compare ladies to the territory. So — noble at the daytime, going crazy at the night time — and the lyric says I am the right guy for the lady who is like that." Psy. Btw Oppa means kind of big brother/father/dad. So a mix between the colloquial “Brother” and the Jazz “Daddy” I think.

The Video is well known for being quite funny but I think is funnier for those familiar with Korean TV etc as it features loads of cameos by celebs. E.g. the guy in the lift is a TV comedian doing his “signature pelvic thrusts”.

Who knows.


The Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre

Do what they say on the tin. Have a look at these vids. Hopefully they will brighten your day. I have had the honour of seeing the Socks live in Harrogate a couple of years ago :D



 
Maximilian I

So. Henry VIII was Maximilian I’s (1459-1519, Holy Roman Emperor) biggest fan. He loved him greatly.

Maximilian was apparently his own biggest fan, so they would get on very well.

He was so enamoured with himself, apparently, that he made himself armours modelled on himself, with his own face on the helmet with massive rams horns and strange little prince-nez, and gave them to some of the kings of Europe, including Henry VIII. I am imagining Henry to be OMG SO EXCITED at this TO DIE FOR amazing gift from his hero, but today it is really very creepy to look at.  Not to mention astonishingly arrogant to a modern observer.

It is so striking it is used as the logo for the Royal Armouries in Leeds where you can go and see it for real.

Here is a pic.



And if you follow the link below you can see a video of a curator showing you it. Weird eh? But also amazing, and it gives us such an interesting insight

 


There was some more stuff too but I have entirely forgotten them. If anyone wants to prod me towards any of them please do!

Tuesday 4 September 2012

Shared Earth




I just thought this was a wonderful and evocative picture.

From as young as we understand we are taught to share, not to hit our sister and so on. To play nicely. It's funny how quickly in life that is forgotten, or ignored. From the actions of drunks on a Saturday night, to the political conflicts between nations, and our impact on the environment and climate that we all share.

World. You have to learn to share. Or there will be no pudding (/Bangladesh). DON'T HIT YOUR SISTER!! She's much littler than you! (/less economically developed).

Monday 3 September 2012

Catch up, Making Children Think, and Dads.



So. This year I seem to largely have forgotten to blog. This is mostly because facebook and twitter are absorbing most of my random outbursts and rants.

This means you may have missed out on some very exciting events. Here is a brief catch up since January.

“I just opened a door onto my own head. Either it was quite funny, or I hit my head quite hard.” 14th Jan.

“I have made myself a snuggly warm giant fleece + duvet womb and im never ever coming out. Ever.” 10th Feb. Needless to say this was not an accurate prediction of my future.

“RAAAAAAAA!!! (the noise of the massive graese/cholesterol chest burster currently gestating in my innards, will make.)” 15th May

(Gap caused by the panic and general workload created by organising Leeds Swing Exchange.)

“If you were a saucy bar-mad/bar-man, what would your saucy bar-person name be? #MollyMelonsMcGrope” 23rd August

“Is fretting about her dad who is in surgery right now having spinal things done. :( #lovesherdaddy” 24th August. (He’s recovering well now btw)

“Found a pointy poppadom shard in my bed. #sexybachelorette2nd Sept.



So, now we’re up to date!

My New Daily Goal

My goal at the moment, is to make children (or adult visitors), think about something other than crisps.



This goal has always been there, but before, I always defined it as to inspire people to care about their own history, whether for the sake of loving their history or just to understand their cultural context, where we come from and who we are.

I have recently lowered my expectations of people quite considerably, so now the goal is to make them THINK. About anything. History- great, but if they think about the biology of whatever, or the way of building, or metalworking, or how to read the map of the archaeology, or basic maths, that is fantastic.

Even if it’s just getting them to work out what word sounds a bit like Penninger and we use in our money. And it’s a small value coin today. And it’s brown. Any guesses? No. Not penguin. 

But if you guessed penguin (child of 5-6) at least you thought about it, and gave it a stab, and voiced your idea, and gave everyone around you a bit of a chuckle. That is a *good* thing. But my favourite answer will always be “Flamingo.”

Parents who tell your child the answers when I ask them questions to work out or things to spot- you are not helping.

You are not helping them to use their brain, to problem solve, to think. You are teaching them to parrot rather than understand, and don’t credit them with enough intelligence to work it out themselves, which will not encourage their self-esteem or development. Alternatively you want to show you know the answer. Well that’s ok, but let you’re kiddie have a go first.

Basically, my aim is to SAVE HUMANITY, because kids who don't think will soon be adults who don't think.


 
My Delicate Female Emotions and Dads.

Dad had some spinal surgery a week and a bit ago. He had been incapacitated, unable to walk or move with intense pain and immobility for about 3 weeks prior to that, and since his spine has been fiddle with he is no longer in pain and able to move much more than he could. Unfortunately now his muscles have shrunk and weakened and his fitness level is incredibly low, but he is def on the mend.

I was very emotional and stressed about this at the time of the operation and a few days before. I knew that the odds of the operation were good, but general anaesthetics and fiddling with spines are dangerous! And I am super-extra-sentimental about my Daddy, and about anything to do with dads and daughters.

 Anything that discusses the relationship between a dad and daughter is pretty much guaranteed to make me cry within about 30 second of the subject being introduced.

Dad: the source of my "unique" and free sense of humour.


But then I am always a bit of a leaky tap and ready to cry at the
mildest familial affection or tragedy in any book, film, advert, tv program or even thought. The VW Polo Advert about the devoted dad looking after his daughter is a good example. I didn’t watch it when I found this link because I know it has me in floods of irrational tears the moment I think of it.

It’s *incredibly* embarrassing for a modern, adult, independent woman who suffers idiots extremely irritably. Get a grip! I am the sort of person who wrote one of these reviews. I am not a Victorian feeble minded female swooner. So I do sometimes feel like a bit of a traitor to my emancipated gender and brain.

I also love baking, crafts, children and kittens. If I'd been born pre-WWII I probably would have been very happy as a housewife and mother. (TRAITOR!! Cries my emancipated educated brain).
 
Today Dad told me that the araldite holding his spine together fell out today. Mmm yum. He means the tissue glue holding the would together. He said he was worried that his brain would fall out. I told him, not unless his brain is in his lumbar spine. It’s his spinal cord that might fall out. “Well. That’s ok then!”

So that’s probably enough rambling for today.


Will try blog again soon, more frequently than every 6 months.

Wednesday 4 January 2012

"Well, snow?? WELL??" and other stories.

Bring it, ice-bitch!

Well. As an update to my "preparation for the big freeze" blog of November time, I am disgruntled to inform you that no snow, or ice, or blizzards, or cataclysmic avalanches have occurred! Not around here anyway. Yes the weather outside *is* frightful, and the fire *is* so delightful, but the noisy goits battering against my window, and the dripping down the chimney are not the finely carved wonders which are snowflakes. Rain. Just rain. Oh and wind, don't forget wind. Rain's malicious bastard wing man. I hate those gits. Yuk and sulk.

I should have known I had sealed our fate to a wet, mild, miserable winter when I found an affordable snow shovel which fits comfortably in my boot. I'm such a fool.

Oh well. Perhaps snow will yet come, who knows. Here are some other stories:

New Year


Apparently it has just been the beginning of a new year. I have two thoughts on this subject:

1) Pah. "New Year". Everyone knows a year is a cycle and never stops or starts. A "New Year" just means we have a new artificially human number to write after it when we do boring things like think about finances, fill in legal documents etc. Pah.
2) Hurrah! It's a whole new world full of possibility and things I can do to change my life forever!

These two ideas do seem pretty inimical, but humans are not logical things. Especially not me. I think both of them at the same time. But their ranking depends on my mood.

Do you have any interesting new years resolutions? I have only the ideas that I have every new year ever.
"this will be the year when I get thin and fit!" I've basically given up with that one. The world is full of "easy ways to get thin". E.g. this from New Scientist. But the problem is I love eating chocolate pretty much constantly, which I don't think these easy ways can really accommodate.

(Speaking of "easy ways" to do something, in a newspaper recently we were reading about easy ways to save money. They were things like "charge your rechargeable items at work" and "try not to buy stuff". Who are these unsung genii, and why are we not worshipping them?)

I think I probably need to have some short term achievable goals. "This year I will buy milk, and replace my car's rear windscreen wiper". In that case, I've already achieved 100% success! NYRs FTW!


A few more things to mention. Futurama is genius. I just bought myself season 5 as a late Christmas present and am enjoying it. Here is an example of how it is awesome :) Also, using Fry as a brilliant example, I really want to introduce myself to people from now on with "Hello, I'm Helena. I can eat a hot dog under water!"
However, although it is great, whoever markets it is a massive ball of fail. It came out on the 26th December! 26th December?? What were they *thinking*?? I did ask Father Christmas for it, but he sent me a letter saying that even HE could not access these DVDs prior to their release date. But he said he'd sent some of the elves round to beat some marketing sense into the troglodytes who chose that date.


Random point number 3920: There is a blog for everything! Here are some examples.
Llama font! (say it with llamas)
Animals with casts (why...? just why.)
Goths Up Trees!
Disapproving Rabbits

One ironic point. The Blogger spell check doesn't recognise the word "blog." Or, in fact, "Blogger". Ironic? I'm not sure because some people get very upset about the misuse of "irony" when it's just coincidental, or...something else. But if it's not ironic, it's something a bit like irony. (disclaimer complete).

I think that's about all for now. Hope all is grand with you and all of the world!
Loves.