Breakin' My Groove Thing

I don't want to talk about the sexy Latina woman attracting unwanted attention in her professional capacity as a sports reporter while on the practice field and in the locker room of the New York Jets.  There's enough people weighing in on that: my perspective isn't all that fresh or unique.  But, I do tell my girls they have a responsibility to themselves concerning their dress and appearance if they want to be taken seriously in the professional world or hope to draw something other than the lascivious looks of most men.  The male of our species are naturally prone to visual stimulation and their arousal is out there for the entire world to see -- often whether they want it to be so or not.  While I don't advocate "she deserves what she got because she asked for it with her behavior or attire," I do believe us women folk should be aware of the often negative impact an overtly sexual facade can have on guys who are not able to fully control their capacity for desire or the verbal and physical expression of that desire.

Looks like I went and talked about it anyway!  I'm done now.

It's been a day of some busyness and length.  Time spent cooking, exercising, dusting, writing, talking with my brother, researching, eating and counting calories, going through the mail, recycling, soaking the roots of our collection of trees in the dry yard, battling the housebound kitty kitty, interacting with the family, washing pots and pans, and . . . dancing.  My daughter is on the hip-hop dance team, The Halftimers, at school; we decided that if I could learn the 'jerk' from Zachary, and could still float MJ's moonwalk -- hours of practice as a teenager in our garage in upstate New York -- I might as well try my skills at memorizing one of her routines.  After a sweaty half hour of popping and locking, throwing out my back and booty, and fast stepping to the left, to the left, I've got it!  Basically.  For the most part.  In slow motion. 

We'll see what I remember come tomorrow's sunrise.  Until then, stay modest with your neckline and hemline while you 'shake that jelly,' as they say.  Or is that an oxymoronic request?