I didn’t start off thinking I’d make a thing of dancing after the election, it kind of just happened. There’s only so much news you can watch, outrage you can feel, disappointment you can posses in one day before you need to refill your cup.
I’m not the most optimistic person. I don’t go out of my way to find joy in all things. I’m the kind of person who salutes the “Life Is Good” store with a middle finger for being so damn positive and in your face about it on a Wednesday. I like low expectations so I can get excited about mediocre outcomes. But I also like to dance. And dance badly.
When I was 10, I lip-synched to Madonna’s “Like A Prayer” in front of my elementary school classmates cartwheeling up and down the stage, dressed in all black with a terrible “Breathless” perm and red glasses on my face like I’d arrived.
Sadly, it was a peak, and I’ve been chasing that third-grade talent show high ever since. It’s left me pretty salty that I’m 35 and still an unknown.
But given my dancing history and these dystopian times, I feel compelled to bust a terrible move. When things get difficult and I say to my friends, I just want to dance, I’m only halfway not being serious — I want to do the Cabbage Patch and the Hammer, but never the dab or any other form of coordinated line dancing. The Cupid Shuffle is a gussied-up math word problem for your feet, and I didn’t spend four years avoiding college math so I could let my stupid spill out onto the dance floor.
When I picked myself off the couch after the election, humbled by the victory of a chicken breast in a Cheeto coating and outraged that, seriously, they picked this tumbleweed comb-over; I turned on the music.
I call my nightly music sessions The ResistDANCE.
Think about it: Can you ever truly be angry when listening to ’90s ska?
Or Sisqó signing thong-thong-thong-thong.
Doesn’t your entire being light right the hell up at the first bars of anything Spice Girls?
It’s basically the Richard Simmons hour in my house around 7 o’clock every night where I sweat to the oldies of anything I damn well please that’s not going to bring me down.
And because I’m a giver, let’s share in this resistDANCE.
Every other Friday, we’ll release a new ResistDANCE Spotify playlist for Scary Mommies. First up, it’s hip-hop from 1988 to 1992. Featuring “I Got a Man” by Positive K, “Ain’t 2 Proud 2 Beg” by TLC, “Jump” from Kris Kross, “You Can’t Touch This” by M.C. Hammer, and I went back and forth over this, Vanilla Ice’s “Ice Ice Baby.”
The Bust a Move playlist is over 90 minutes of old-school beats for you to enjoy whenever and however you want, but it’s best played when you need a break from reality so you can relive those roller skating nights from middle school.
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