


After having neglected the Dance portion of the New York Times for far too long, I decided to catch up. What is the first article that catches my eye? A critique on one of my favorite shows on television: So You Think You Can Dance. Do I understand that this show is based on high ratings, dizzying lights, elaborate costumes, and teary eyed drama? Yes. And I love every second. I admit, the lack of classical choreography and densely packed combos of turns and leaps are flaws in the show's makeup, but it brings dance into the homes of many who don't consider dance to be an athletic endeavor. This article shook me out of an entrancing stupor full of British accents, phony laughs, and competition-girl smiles. Are children going to be in awe of a world renown teacher of ballet, or will they only care about how many YouTube hits they have and whether or not they choreographed for Nigel Lythgoe? It's certainly not the most important issue in the dance world, but it's one to think about.“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect – you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break – her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”