6/26/2008 10:52 am
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So I visited a pole dancing studio today. It was a novel experience and actually the place kind of looked and smelled like an aromatherapy spa.
Except there were these poles everywhere.
The studio owner is an old friend I have not seen in years. Not since she "retired" from the dance world to start pole dancing.
A lot of our peers have cast a jaundiced eye at her decision but I rather respect her ballsy move to follow her passion regardless of others' opinion.
As such, it was over tea that we caught up on the years today, while I eyed the poles nervously.
We traded the goss and some of the nastier encounters with some of the more notorious members of the dance world ... namely Z and A. Hey, they cover the entire alphabet between them! How thrilling ...
Anyway, I recounted how A had decided to bludgeon me with her sterling wit when I was invited to guest perform at her usual place of employment.
Since she is all of 27, she snarkily simpered to me, "Oh wow, it so good that someone of retirement age is still dancing!"
To which I simpered right back, "Isn't it? I'm so blessed that even though I am a decade older than you, my body is still 100 times better, allowing me to still dance at my ripe old age."
WHF 1, Moron 0.
My pole dancer friend, S, and I cackled gleefully and suddenly she mentioned that she never knew Z was also such a cow till she had a recent encounter with her.
S told me that she had been invited to perform for the launch of Z's magazine by the event organisers, since she was an advertiser. At first she balked as they were expecting this to be a pro bono performance but after they promised her free advertising space in the magazine, she relented.
She booked the transportation, the labour and the equipment for her performance. And on the day itself, they told her that Z had refused to have her perform. Knowing Z, we can deduce that she had deemed pole dancing as "vulgar".
OK, let me get this straight. It is not vulgar enough that you would refuse to feature the ads for it in your magazine but it is vulgar enough that you refuse to have it performed at your magazine launch.
Right.
Our S, no shrinking violet, kicked up a stink and finally they agreed to let her perform, not appreciating that she is one of the top pole dancers in her region.
As it was, her performance was the highlight of the launch. Which was very poorly attended. Because Z is Psycho-no-mates.
After S had finished her performance to a rousing ovation from her peers (it was mainly attended by dancers from all disciplines from hip hop to salsa to ballet), Z grudgingly thanked her, with a sneering expression on her face.
Sigh. She never lets up, does she?
As S and I sat there munching on our muffins and cakes, we wondered why there was such mean-spirited negativity among the dancers.
I had to rush off for a festival so our visit was cut short but it would be interesting to return to exchange more notes. I applaud S' bravery in pioneering the industry in such a conservative country as hers.
I admit I am not fond of the discipline of "dance" that utilises it as a soft porwn (in case FF throws a wobbly) tool to extract a reaction from gormless men. However, I have seen many pole dancers who really work at their craft, employing great technique, skills, body control and musicality to create movement and power while defying gravity. All without exposing their knickers gratuitously.
For that they have my respect and I acknowledge it as an art form.
Art is in the eye of the beholder but the eyes and heart should be opened in the first place.
In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people.
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