I watch So You Think You Can Dance and I’m not afraid to admit it.
Actually, I sort of am. I’ve always been so anti-American Idol that it’s almost like, “Well, what’s the difference?” I mean, aside from the obvious. You know. The one’s got singing. And the other’s got…dancing.
I’ve never really given a shit about dance before. Yes, I took Jazz in like third grade and was INCREDIBLE at step-ball-change (ask Henry! Sometimes I do it just to do it and he’s like, “Goddamn I am so lucky to have hooked myself such a skilled footed woman.” Or maybe it was “footed such a skilled fucking hooker.”). But aside from that small dalliance into the world of staged dancing, I never really noticed anything that was going on.
We started watching SYTYCD at the start of the second season auditions. Totally by accident. Chooch was a newborn. I didn’t have much else to do but stew on the couch while he sucked on my nipples. So it became something I looked forward to every week.
At first, my pedestrian eye would mock the dancers during the tryouts. I remember seeing Travis Wall for the first time and literally laughing so hard and yelling, “OMG THEY’RE GONNA MAKE FUN OF HIM SO HARD.” But then it was all, “Come get your ticket to Vegas!” I had never seen any of that lyrical/contemporary shit before. I didn’t know it was the good stuff.
But once the choreographers got their claws into the dancers, I started to understand. Wade Robson? Totally putting dance moves to the shit inside my head. Mia Michaels? I vow to have sex with her one day.
I never thought watching someone dance could make me cry. It was like the way music moved me, only now I was sobbing while watching a couple act out a scene atop a Mirah song.
I cry more during this show than any drama on TV.
My current favorite is this hot ass Mia Michaels piece from last week: