Life’s too short to watch fat, unattractive dancers perform listlessly to the sort of music that makes sane men want to strangle puppies.
I know that’s not nice or considerate or demonstrative of that ever-popular A-for-effort attitude toward fledgling artists, but whatever: I’ve had enough.
Now, I’m not saying you can’t be a fat dancer. You can. You can be fat or unattractive or listless if you like, but you’ll have to take your pick, ’cause you only get one. Just please don’t choose listless–that’s by far the worst.
Anyway, that’s the grand lesson I’ve learned over the past few days. Well, that and that the noodles in NYC deli-style chicken noodle soup just aren’t to my liking, but really, who wants to hear about that?
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