And the ladies begin the Beguine….
What are little boys made of? What about little girls: Sugar and spice and everything nice?
The Dance of the Sexes: The Evite said come to a dance- filled experiment in “Sexual Energy Escape.”
Sixty people showed up to a makeshift Berkeley ballroom in a funky warehouse space to participate in the dance event. Thirty men and thirty women, all 40 to 50-something, by invitation only – facilitated by dancer, Rainbea Kanyon.
How do you begin the Beguine?
Our host, a barefoot Amazon with a wild halo of blonde frizzy hair, wore a simple muslin chemise over an incredible muscular and toned body. As floods of people arrived and checked coats, we were told: no talking, remove our shoes, hydrate continually and commence dancing. C’est fini.
On the dance floor…
May I have this Dance?
Start dancing? In a bizarre turn of events, the men gravitated to one side – women on another. The music was a mélange– Keith Jarrett segued into the Rolling Stones, Satie, and Sinatra, blended into Techno followed by a slice of Lawrence Welk then hip-hop. Chubby Checker’s “Let’s Twist Again” lit up the room everyone went wild and laughed. Michael Jackson hits then Joan Jett & The Black Hearts sang “I Love Rock & Roll” followed by “Spirit In The Sky” – Norman Greenbaum. There was never a moment of silence. Nor could you anticipate the eclectic music.
And the fans go wild
The music changed and became more drum oriented, the men naturally started in what looked like war dances, rain dances, conga lines, stomping, doing a kind of Samoan chest thumping, with big, bold gestures.
As music became more animated – loud drums pulsing and hypnotic- first two- then 10 men began crawling- on- their -bellies- like reptillies – two men shoulder to shoulder, forming a snake were slithering around the dance floor. Laughing….We women were amused and confused. How did this cadre of men – total strangers – end up bonding and slithering?
Girls just want to have fun
Women wafted, soft-shoed, floated, were jazzy, sexy and did salsa, hula and rhumba; we did a whole lot of swaying, shimmy and shimmer. Men jumped, stomped, pranced, and war danced, several tried break dancing.
The men were stealing the show.
The music changed, again, and the men were high energy, brio, bravado, and gusto. As a rule, the women were tripping the light fantastic, doing a bit of ballet, belly dancing, jete, some threw in a little yoga, a dash of Pilates, even some Jazzercise reared its ugly head. Rainbeau encouraged, inspired, motivated, and vitalized the group.
Everyone appeared to be having fun – the men, on the other side, appeared to be having way more fun. Rainbea told us to form a a circle and we danced, lugging,smiling, flirting and everyone dissolved into couples…
Men and women on the dance floor of life – so much more fun heart -to -heart and holding hands.
What is the Secret to happiness? Low Expectations?
Humorist Dave Barry said:
“What women want: To be loved, to be listened to, to be desired, to be respected, to be needed, to be trusted, and sometimes, just to be held.
What men want: Tickets to the World Series.