Sometimes I really hate dance.

I mean, sometimes my inner Amazon warrior (cough, feminist) rebels at the choreography. Some of it just seems so...ugh. Demeaning, objectifying, sexist.

Over the holidays, I saw the performance of a couple called "The Duo Amaury" who were somewhere between ballet dancers and acrobats. The first number they danced put him in a position of significant power and made her into his puppet. My inner Amazon started threatening. The next number was better, and the next one after that was better still. The choreography told a powerful story from song to song. I loved it. In the beginning, he sought her out, and she followed, an unwilling marionette. As they danced together, they grew in harmony, and united, they took flight.

Sometimes and really hate dance, and then, sometimes I love it.