TANYA WRITES:
Non-verbal communication is probably the most interesting part of human interaction in the world. Have you ever seen the TV show “Lie to Me”? It’s based on Paul Ekman’s study of facial expression to interpret emotions. I shat my pants when I found out there was going to be a show based on his research. Yes, I am that much of a nerd that I knew about a phsychologist’s research before in was referenced on a FOX drama series. Anyways, non-verbal communication is so cool because you can’t fake it. I mean, let me put it this way: Men can’t fake a boner, I can’t fake a stomach growl, and you can’t fake your mouth dropping when I pull an Usher move on you. Well you can, but humor me will ya?
Dancing is my favorite form of non-verbal communication. It’s a beautiful form of human expression because it feels good AND it’s entertaining. I mean, even bad dancing is entertaining.
Hipster Ninja is really bad, well his ninja moves are dead on, but his dancing is… bad… at least according to this article. See, most dancing these days is iconic. That means that the dance moves have a resemblance to the thing that they symbolize, which in this case is sex. This is not unusual.
Now drunk guys dancing is… whatever whatever, I don’t care. They are gross and thrusty and touchy and ewie. BUT, drunk girls dancing = awesome. One time one of my best friends Bobbi, who never ever drinks, was absolutely smashed and came over to one of my house parties ready to tear up the dance floor. She thought she was so sexy, dancing all slow, but in reality she looked… just ridiculous.
Who is ready for a dance off? No thrusting allowed. Thank you and good day.
KRIS WRITES:
Sober Dancing:
Oh, man. This is like techno central for me. This is a little embarrassing (I don't really get embarrassed, but I try), but I must admit I spend about 30 mins to an hour dancing in my room each night. It's good for the soul. I have these awesome noise canceling headphones and I send myself into another dimension. Techno and pop are the two genres that can keep up with my heartbeat. On these nights, my hips move to the rhythm (apparently I have trouble spelling 'rhythm'). Honestly, I can dance so fast and accurately it's scary. I move to the beat no matter what challenge my iPod brings me. Any song - you name it - I'll take it! On those nights, sometimes I'm tempted to call up Rihanna and tell her I can totally be one of her fly girls.
Weekend Dancing:
Everyone, please keep a safe distance. Like, honestly, keep a really safe distance. In my mind, I am on So You Think You Can Dance. Everything I taught myself in my bedroom comes back... from the dead. One these nights, I look like a marionette puppet... with a drunk puppeteer. Bouncing all over, head bobbing, arms flying, hips swinging. One night when I went to some dance club in SF, I literally thought I was like the star on the dance floor. I remember trying to make friends with groups of people on the dance floor... and I was totally creeping people out. Like, I remember people were looking at me like I was some hobo off the streets. Then, I tried to get on the benches and dance. I got in trouble. Only Rihanna could get away with that.
As a side note, I don't enjoy dancing with other people - at all. When I'm dancing, I'm not here to show you what I can do. I don't need to prove anything to you about my womanly abilities. I'm here to lift my soul. I'm here to move. You go do your thing and I'll do mine. Sober or not, my dancing is unpredictable. Don't get in the way. Go sexually harass some other chick... 'cause I'm in another dimension when that music plays.
Oh, man. This is like techno central for me. This is a little embarrassing (I don't really get embarrassed, but I try), but I must admit I spend about 30 mins to an hour dancing in my room each night. It's good for the soul. I have these awesome noise canceling headphones and I send myself into another dimension. Techno and pop are the two genres that can keep up with my heartbeat. On these nights, my hips move to the rhythm (apparently I have trouble spelling 'rhythm'). Honestly, I can dance so fast and accurately it's scary. I move to the beat no matter what challenge my iPod brings me. Any song - you name it - I'll take it! On those nights, sometimes I'm tempted to call up Rihanna and tell her I can totally be one of her fly girls.
Weekend Dancing:
Everyone, please keep a safe distance. Like, honestly, keep a really safe distance. In my mind, I am on So You Think You Can Dance. Everything I taught myself in my bedroom comes back... from the dead. One these nights, I look like a marionette puppet... with a drunk puppeteer. Bouncing all over, head bobbing, arms flying, hips swinging. One night when I went to some dance club in SF, I literally thought I was like the star on the dance floor. I remember trying to make friends with groups of people on the dance floor... and I was totally creeping people out. Like, I remember people were looking at me like I was some hobo off the streets. Then, I tried to get on the benches and dance. I got in trouble. Only Rihanna could get away with that.
As a side note, I don't enjoy dancing with other people - at all. When I'm dancing, I'm not here to show you what I can do. I don't need to prove anything to you about my womanly abilities. I'm here to lift my soul. I'm here to move. You go do your thing and I'll do mine. Sober or not, my dancing is unpredictable. Don't get in the way. Go sexually harass some other chick... 'cause I'm in another dimension when that music plays.
