Dancing With Bullies Part 1

It isn't often I get epiphanies watching trashy realty television shows, but boy did I get a big one this afternoon watching a rerun of "Dance Moms"

Yeah, I know "Dance Moms" is pretty bottom of the reality show barrel, or at least I thought it was until I got to see the train wreck shows involving drunken midget strippers and something called "Love Island" that looks like it should be renamed "Let's Fuck" Trashy is relative I have learned.

I don't watch reality television, but I always did like "Dance Moms" Enjoy watching the kids dance because it reminds me of my years as a dance kid. I danced as a kid and later as a teen. I always enjoyed it immensely and only gave it up at 14 when I started having problems with my left hip dislocating regularly. I took ballet, I took tap. We danced at Carnival Balls, at Mardi Gras events, at recitals. There were none of those competitions that loom so large on "Dance Moms" That seems to be a recent permutation and I'm not sure it's a good one. The kies are under enormous pressure to win.

Sometimes I tease my mom that she was not a good dance mom because she didn't yell and scream obscenities and stomp around like the moms on this show. She always laughs when I say that, and we've talked about some of the not so great aspects and seriously weird behaviors at the studio along with the great memories. A studio is like everywhere else, filled with human imperfect people just trying to get on.

Back to what I've been thinking about since seeing it. Highly critical people. Like Abby Lee. Highly critical people are almost to fault are bullies. Thin skinned bullies who cannot handle anyone that pushes back at all.

I have a lot to say about these thin skinned bully critics, but I think I'll save it for NLQ and our piles of bully pulpit idiots or continue here tomorrow. It's late, I'm tired and cannot organize my thoughts well right now.

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