Golden Hip-hop for Seniors

Every time I watch So You Think You Can Dance, I have this strong urge to take hip-hop lessons. I mean, wouldn't it be fun? Then, I start thinking about this 30-something Asian woman in a room with mirrors, looking at a bunch of teens with shorts with the waistbands rolled down, laughing at me trying to bust a move, and I have second thoughts.

Is there a hip-hop dance class for adults only?  For olddddd adults (No young, hip people in their 20s allowed)? For those who have lost all sense of rhythm and decency?  Maybe called "Hip-hop for the Un-hip?" "No Judgment Hip-Hop?" "What Goes on In This Room Stays in This Room Hip-Hop?" "Golden Hip-hop for Seniors?" Maybe we could all dance around with paper bags on our heads with eye holes so we could really let loose. (Although, that might be a bit too nightmare-stimulating.) Maybe there are distance-ed programs where I can just get lessons online and not scare innocent bystanders and small children. Holy crap - this is such a great idea for a business.

But, there is something to be said about taking a real class in a mirrored room--I miss it. I took dance classes for years. I remember, in high school, that there were super-old adults in my class. Women  with lots of makeup and boy, did they look old. Now looking back, I think they were probably, like, 20. If there had been someone my age now, it would have been a running Poligrip joke. Also, I'm pretty sure I'm not physically able now to do the leaps and straddle jumps required in that class without incurring permanent disability.

Yet, truth be told, I would love to be an awesome hip-hop dancer! Just like I would love to be an awesome singer and an awesome artist! 

(These are closet ambitions that might be never realized without some kind of major change-up in my neural fibers. Like lightning. Or a spinal cord transplant.)

I wrote on Momicillin the other day about the current state of my dancing. The current sad state. And it's totally true about my serious hip-hop attempts behind closed doors: absolutely terror-producing.

But, it doesn't stop me from trying. And dreaming. Of one day, being able to take a hip-hop class in the most dignified, non-mortifying way.

Maybe when I retire.

Comments

[rimarama]

Ha! That is so funny! For some reason it reminds me of this lady who was in one of my college French classes. She was a "non traditional student" (read: in her thirties) and she always sat in the front row and asked annoying questions. And if you ran into her outside of class, she would only speak to you en francais. But when I think of her now I realize that she is EXACTLY the kind of student I would be today!

Also wanted to mention that I was checking out my a$$ while on the elliptical in the gym a few days ago and I fell off. So, mirrored rooms? Not all they're cracked up to be.

[Kyla]

I'm in my 20's, but I'm definitely un-hip. I think kids suck the hipness right out of you!

[BananaBlueberry]

I would love to take a dance class ( I used to be in a ballet company),
but I don't think I can take being able to see my big rear end at all times in the mirror :)

[KC]

So, I was at Girl's dance studio recently and asked innocently if they offered any adult classes (thinking hip-hop? Maybe? Me?) The woman told me they had an adult class last January. An aerobics class.

What? Are we only good for Jazzercise now?

[Angela]

you find that class and I'm there with you with none of my pride: not looking to be good, just to get a few moves. (For a few moments I actively considered taking a hip hop class in SE DC at a place - and time - adjacent to my symphony orchestra rehearsals; thought it would make a nice juxtaposition, but in the end the concept was too weird even for me).