Shakira did a song a few years ago called “Hips Don’t Lie”. In her music video she shimmied and shook her hips in ways that if the normal American woman did that people would think a seizure was in progress. Don’t get me wrong, I love Shakira. I think she is talented; talented in a way that if I were able to do whatever she did with her hips I would need a hip replacement.
Which is why the other day in Zumba, when the instructor said to get our hips into the music more, I realized that I have no Latin influences in my moves even though I grew up in Texas (which is now called North Mexico). My moves seem to come from C3PO. If there were a cardio aerobic class that involved doing “the robot” then I could lead the class.
You would think I would be depressed or feel like a failure but I don’t. I still love the dancing because I dance like no one is watching. In fact, I should probably wear a shirt that states “WARNING: Watching Me Dance Will Make You Implode”. I dance around my house, I dance when I’m in the car, I dance at the office (sorry co-workers), and I dance when I eat something good (best dance ever).
I hope you all dance because you feel moved to move. I’m setting the bar pretty low for gyrating hips so you can only do better than me; unless you are trying to do “the robot”. In that case, I’m the Shakira of dorky white girls.