Prance it out
I was attending my Pilates and barre class this morning and my teacher told us to prance it out. It occurred to me at that moment (and in conversations afterwards to confirm said suspicion) that everyone in that class has the same thought when we're told to prance after a brutal series of booty pulsing in a bridged position. At the command, everyone lets out happy relieved sounds that, at least for me, are the polite workout class equivalent to "Hell yeah, I'm gonna prance! Let's do this!"
And it got me thinking about other times when people might be stoked to prance.
For example, the Prancercise lady is into prancing as a wholistic fitness method. Or, at least, that's what the Prancercise wikipedia page tells me.
Prancercise is a holistic fitness method based on "a springy, rhythmic way of moving forward, similar to a horse's gait and ideally induced by elation" created by Joanna Rohrback.
And also that "Joanna quit her job and decided to focus on her new discovery. She practiced it every day, “taking years to hone its every gesture and kick.”
What it doesn't tell me is why she thinks it's okay to rock white stretch pants and shocking camel toe. I have to admit that the music was delightfully unexpected though. Somehow it's awful and amazing at the same time, if that could be a thing. Enjoy it yourself in her seminal video here! (This shit has 14 million views, too. At least 100 of which have probably come from my personal machine over the years...)
"Let's stop talking and do some walking!" I'm sure I'm going to be thinking of this and how someone might quit their job to pursue a career in "being a horse in parks" as a career when I'm commuting to my own job come Monday.
But also, it's Pride weekend here in the Bay Area, so I'd be remiss if I didn't mention people who prance fiercely in parades--including parades that they're crashing. I've personally worn sequins in a lot of parades, but I've never been fabulous enough to march a parade that I was actively rejected from. That is the definition of dedication to prancing. And the gentlemen of the Prancing Elite definitively deserve all the kudos for being dedicated to the prancing craft.
Ready to prance, bitches!
Did I somehow just transition to being knowledgeable enough about prancing to give out accolades? I think I did. Sweet. Trophies are on the way, ladies.
So yeah, there's really no point to today's blog except to note that:
- Nobody sniggers when being told to prance in Pilates or barre class, despite it being a perfectly ridiculous thing for an adult to be told to do.
- I have a long way to go until my prancing game reaches advanced levels.
