As someone who spent quite a bit of her childhood and teenage years in a sweaty studio staring at their own pelvis in the mirror it’s no surprise that I love all dance. That’s why I’m torn: I can’t decide whether to go to the Nutcracker this year.
It can be a bit of an undertaking. There are generally a lot of children there who have been dragged to culture by their well meaning elders, and it can hardly be wondered that they spend the whole production yowling. But there’s a special way the hair stands up on the back of my neck when everyone moves as one during the Waltz of the Snowflakes. The first time I cried over art was watching the clown solo when I was 14. I think I’m waiting for a hard snowfall to decide. I want to the holiday season to grab me!