I’m not sure how I had gotten away with all my Super! School! Spirit! in high school – most likely because I was a cheerleader (and on the student council and competed in Academic Decathlon and all kinds of other Super! School! Spirit! Things!) but it hadn’t really hit me that it was Not Cool.
I was a first year dance major undergrad at my first American College Dance Festival watching some AMAZING performances and while I don’t remember any of the other companies dancing, one of them was Ailey II. And they were AWESOME.
In all fairness, they were the first professional modern company I had seen perform live. That’s my excuse.
I could NOT STOP talking about the amazingness.
The dancers’ talent. The choreography. Everything.
One of the upperclassmen was Not Impressed.
“They could SHIT and you’d think it’s AMAZING, wouldn’t you.”
I blushed, nodding. Yes, probably. Maybe.
The thing is, my energy hasn’t tempered with experience or age – I’m still wildly enthusiastic about life the universe and everything. Most recently, about my son, about Toastmasters, about the new responsibilities at work and writing every day and speaking up, about movies and books and tv shows.
Which is why you’ll have to forgive me when I am nothing but enthusiastic about the Ghostbusters reboot.
There has been SO MUCH backlash against this remake.
“I don’t know if it’s a race thing or a lady thing, but I’m mad as hell.”
I couldn’t agree more.
Except, you know, that I’m not really mad as much as rolling my eyes at all the negative feedback. Can you tell me why the remake is a bad thing without talking about gender? Can you tell me why we shouldn’t have Harriet Tubman on the $20 bill without talking about gender or race?
But, really, I’m just sorry you’re not next to me SQUEEing at the most kickass story of all time being given an AWESOME special effects make over AND retold with four KICKASS BRILLIANT #FierceWomen.
Because if you can’t enjoy things with the naiveté and enthusiasm of a goober, how boring is life?