I don’t think it is good enough to dance like no one is watching because that perpetuates the idea that enjoying your life is something to hide. I think you have to dance like no one is laughing. Or, dance like you don’t give a care that they are laughing. And if they are? Let ’em. It’s good for people to laugh. That’s why we love Lucille Ball, Tina Fey, and Amy Poehler, isn’t it?
Y’all know that I have no dancing ability. I mean, I can churn pretty well and can drop it like it is surprisingly hot, but you put me on a dance floor, and I’m pretty much Elaine Benes. In my head? In my head I am Michael Jackson. In my head, I move like the King of Pop. In reality, it is more like someone is electrifying the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man.
The worst part of having been a vocal front of a Latin jazz orchestra is the fact that in all video evidence, I appear to be alternating between the Running Man and the Cabbage Patch with the top half of my body. With the bottom half of my body, I am just sort of twitching a hip now and then. In my head? In my head I was Rita Hayworth.
But here’s the thing: I have no cares to give. I will always go out and do my Electrified Marshmallow Benes when Billie Jean comes on because it brings joy to my soul. I will always do a top-half jog to Salsa music because…it’s all I can do. And if it makes someone laugh… See, I just don’t have time to worry about that. I’m too busy twerking it.
I encourage you to twerk it in all aspects of your life. Your style, your hair, your earrings, your socks, your interior decorating, your hobbies, your travel, and your dancefloor time. Make having fun your focus, not being made fun of. Don’t be afraid to, as a friend of mine says, “just do you.”
You’ll be amazed at how many free drinks* get offered to people who just look like they are having fun.
*Do not drink all the free drinks that are offered to you. You will not be able to drive home.