I need to talk about something...and that something is DANCE.
I never thought I'd be one to say something like this, but I need to dance! India's most interesting trait so far is the awkward gender roles. For instance, men walk around holding hands with men, with no sexual attraction they are merely friends looking for affection. You will rarely see a man and woman walking together hand in hand and will NEVER see a male/female couple kiss in public. This is a stark comparison to the U.S. where when I was in N.Y. just before I embarked on my journey overseas, I saw a couple in Central Park "doing the nasty" in broad daylight, next to the big carousel where children who go unfazed by this type of physical goings on due to an extreme distraction caused by the ice cream man.
Honestly, I don't care who is or isn't holding hands when they walk down the street. And to my extreme disappointment I've yet to snag myself and Indian boyfriend so I really don't care if PDA is socially inappropriate (honestly it makes me feel more comfortable being sans b.f.)
. My underwear starts to bunch when I get a hankering for some good music and a dance floor. Get dressed up, which pretty much means put on your nicest Indian wear (aka pajamas), find a club nearby and get ready to shake it!...or not. First of all, you can't get into a club without a date. Girls have to be with guys and vice verse. So, whatever, not that big of a deal and it kind of makes sense. Secondly, upon admission, there are without fail about 35 people standing around in small gender specific groups. Not one person is dancing (except that guy who's at every club I've ever been to: He's about 55 and no one's told him that WHAM hit their plateau in 1986). It's the most disappointing thing and it keeps happening to me. So disappointing that I've decided to boycot all dance clubs until I return to the United States where I will be greeted with all of the hip-hop-bump-and-grind-ridiculousness a girl can dream of.
For now, I'm content with the new Beyonce CD I bought which has been on loop since Wednesday.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
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booyah beyonce! shake that thing...
you just make me laugh so hard. I love reading these. I mean it makes me miss you that it actually hurts but i still love it. So when I was in Jordan same type of Gender roles. Men would hang all over Pad. it always made me laugh but it was forbidden to make eye contact with the opposite sex, which is hard for some one like me who loves eye contact. anyway when i see you we can drop it like it is so HOT!
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