“What The Eff?” Wednesday: Ripples, Rolls, and Rebellion
As a little girl (and for that matter, as a teenager) I was so self-conscious about letting people see me dance. I think it all goes back to fourth grade, when I was in non-optional after-school jazz and tap classes. Although I possessed natural rhythm, the little outfit that they forced me to wear just wasn’t appropriate for my chubbiness, and after getting teased by a few seventh graders I pretty much put my dance aspirations to rest. The sting still remains, but in adulthood I’ve miraculously lost the ability to be embarrassed, and as a consequence tend to have a serious hotfoot. It was cathartic to tell you all that, but we can move on now.
Can you imagine being so out of the game that you need someone to teach you what to do with your shoulders when hip-hop comes on? Beata Howe’s “Layman’s Hip-Hop: Ripples, Rolls, and Rebellion,” is for anyone who wants to move and groove like a gangsta. I know what you’re thinking, “layman’s hip-hop? is that code for white or corny or old people or some combination of the three?” Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. Just watch.
OMGZ that was SO rebellious that I want to throw something or bash in a wall. I had no idea that the perception of hip-hop dance is that you have to actually ‘hop’ to do it. That changes EVERYTHING. Instead of having mean things to say about people who need to be reminded that their movements MUST be performed on the beat, I’m re-evaluating the meaning of this thing we call hip-hop. There is no hopping involved. That means maybe there are no hips involved either. My mind is blown.