This will be a bit of a quick post because I am very tired and dying to get to bed. Tonight I went to Week 2 of, and I almost hesitate to write it here, a beginner's pole dancing course*.
Yes, har de har. But I staunchly maintain that at least I'm going to the nice school, and not the naughty one.
The tenuous distinction between these two schools, or groves of Academe, if you will, is that, at the one I'm going to, you can just wear your normal gym gear and go barefoot, whereas at the other one you are requested to wear tiny shorts and chunky heels to class, and there is a "graduation" at the end of each level, to which you can invite friends and family to watch. So even if you don't feel like inviting your Mum and Dad along to see you spread-eagle your legs in mid-air, you know someone else's parents and friends will be there, watching those seldom-ventilated areas getting a walk in the park.
There's a little too much Ew-factor in that for me.
The naughty school has a more professional emphasis, they have five different difficulty levels, whereas the nice one only has four**. Certainly go to the former if you would like to be trained for the industry, because they're extremely accomplished and polished at what they do, whereas the one I'm going to treats pole-dancing like more of a fitness adjunct, and integrates it into dance and aerobics classes. Instructors at both are lovely people and very talented, I know and am told.
I'm enjoying the lessons a lot. It's a lot of fun in a casual girly atmosphere, and I'm finally getting some flexibility in my lower back, which has been plaguing me with stiff muscles and pain for the past five years. And don't worry, I'm still going to Hip Hop :)
Anyway, the long and short of it is, I am exhausted. Damn muscles that only cavemen used. Honestly, you'd think we'd evolve a little faster into sitting office drones.
MFC thinks it is all rather sordid. A few weeks ago someone from the naughty school invited me to special lap-dancing lessons that the school was holding for Valentine's Day. I didn't have any intention of going (it didn't sound terribly exciting and I was trying to save money), but I brought it up with MFC, just to see his reaction.
He exclaimed with mock delight, "Why, YES! I would love for my girlfriend to learn to dance like a [insert bad name for bad women here]!"
And then a few weeks later we were talking about lap-dancing and lessons again, and MFC said, "I don't know, it all seems kind of seedy to me, like paying someone to teach you how to give a blow job."
So, his opinions on the matter are quite clear, eh?
* This reluctance stems from the fact that: a) I was making fun of people who took pole-dancing classes not that long ago, and b) last year I gave MFC a t-shirt which has a silhouette of a pole-dancer on it that says, "Support a stripper's college fund - one dollar at a time!" He gets compliments on whenever he goes anywhere remotely geeky like Electronics Boutique or Game Traders. Actually, I'm not sure if b) is that relevant but I thought I'd stick it in there anyway :)
** Bear in mind, that although I use the terms "naughty" and "nice" to differentiate between the two, ahem, institutions, in this day and age, the terms are largely interchangeable.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007