Boys and Girls Club had a talent show last Thursday. I'm not big on talent shows especially if they feature other people's children, but PA, Zilla, and myself all went smiling to see the Babygirl strut her stuff on stage.
We sat through many many urban dance routines that had me and PA looking nervously at each other while little 4th graders did these wierd pelvic thrust moves. Hmm...The Girl is not hanging with those cats. I did feel sorry for one school who felt every frikking child needed to be in it and the music needed to be preschool friendly. Wow. That's what they were called. But seriously wow. Either the songs were a little risque or sickeningly childish. Nothing in between. Not really.
Ok. So...after an evening of Rap/Hip hop pounding in our ears we finally got to our Babygirl's routine. Good. Great. Let's get it on! She got out there and they kids lined up with a lane down the middle for someone to dance through. One kid went. Then there was a lull in the action on stage. So Pinkie ran to the middle and flipped herself upside down into a handstand and came up smiling. she pretty much stuck to the front of the stage with her head twisted around to make sure she could check her dance moves with the teacher's. At the end the proudly strutted to the very front and struck a pose, and we knew a star has been born.
She was wearing the starry Goddess t-shirt: You are the hero of your own story.
She rocks even if she's rockin' to Fergie. I'm so proud!
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Go Pinkie! Dahlia was at that performance and had the same reaction to the somewhat perverse child-dancing she saw there.
Poor kitty! oh no!
I just can't get down with it. Not one little bit. I'm sorry, but you'd think that particular subculture would figure out that kids revelling in a sexuality they have no concept of is surely a recipe for disaster ie...early pregnancy and high rates of HIV.
Did Kitty ever come home?
No. No kitty.
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