I can twerk if I want to
Last night on my FB feed I saw a thumbnail that said something to the effect of how to really twerk. I clicked on it because I love dancing and I particularly love it when done well and I have seen some beautifully executed twerking videos. Imagine my surprise when instead of dancing what occurred was some woman going into a tirade about skankiness, whores, getting guys to put a ring on it, declaring women who twerk in public undeserving of respect and describing them as self proclaimed pieces of meat as well as going on to applaud herself on doing things the right way by keeping her twerking in the bedroom between her and her husband.
I have had enough of this bullshit. Most of the time when I disagree with things my friends post on their FB I just scroll past or if I find it very annoying I hide it. In a few cases I have even deleted people altogether. This though tripped a trigger in me and I made a response. Not a well thought out beautifully articulated one either I must admit. My issue isn't with the idea of a time and a place for everything but if a dance club isn't the time and place for dancing exactly what is? Who is the judge and jury for what constitutes a little bit of cute booty shaking that is acceptable as opposed to crossing the line into skank whoredom of booty shaking? Why does shaking my ass in public make me non wifey material but playing like I have never shaken it makes me the girl they bring home to mama and once he puts a ring on it I am supposed to suddenly drop it like it's hot because he bought the cow? So let me be clear here... my goal is to become a whore..er wife ...for one guy while not looking like one in front of any others? sigh....
So many issues I have with this type of thinking. I used to salsa dance. Some of the dances at the latin clubs make twerking look like something you expect to see toddlers doing. And no one gave a fuck because it was dancing. Dancing is supposed to move and shake and be a bodily celebration. There is nothing inherently nasty about hips and asses dipping, jiggling, twisting, and bouncing. If when you see a woman getting her dance floor groove on and can't admire the beauty, the athleticism, the sensuality, the exuberance and all you can see is a woman with a scarlet letter across her ass then the problem lies not in her dance moves but in you.
I have had enough of this bullshit. Most of the time when I disagree with things my friends post on their FB I just scroll past or if I find it very annoying I hide it. In a few cases I have even deleted people altogether. This though tripped a trigger in me and I made a response. Not a well thought out beautifully articulated one either I must admit. My issue isn't with the idea of a time and a place for everything but if a dance club isn't the time and place for dancing exactly what is? Who is the judge and jury for what constitutes a little bit of cute booty shaking that is acceptable as opposed to crossing the line into skank whoredom of booty shaking? Why does shaking my ass in public make me non wifey material but playing like I have never shaken it makes me the girl they bring home to mama and once he puts a ring on it I am supposed to suddenly drop it like it's hot because he bought the cow? So let me be clear here... my goal is to become a whore..er wife ...for one guy while not looking like one in front of any others? sigh....
So many issues I have with this type of thinking. I used to salsa dance. Some of the dances at the latin clubs make twerking look like something you expect to see toddlers doing. And no one gave a fuck because it was dancing. Dancing is supposed to move and shake and be a bodily celebration. There is nothing inherently nasty about hips and asses dipping, jiggling, twisting, and bouncing. If when you see a woman getting her dance floor groove on and can't admire the beauty, the athleticism, the sensuality, the exuberance and all you can see is a woman with a scarlet letter across her ass then the problem lies not in her dance moves but in you.
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