Month: June 2016

A vintage black-and-white photo of two people dancing. The man has a fifties hairstyle, and has his eyes closed. The person he is dancing with has curled hair, and is holding a cigarette between their clasped hands.

You might as well dance

Image description: a vintage black-and-white photo of two people dancing. The man has a fifties hairstyle, and has his eyes closed. The person he is dancing with has curled hair, and is holding a cigarette between their clasped hands. (image source, under this licence) I want to make a case for more dancing. I mean everyday dancing, not the kind you only do when you’re drunk or attending a class. Aretha Franklin’s sense of rhythm isn’t a requirement, nor as good control over your hips as Elvis. No fancy shoes needed. There’s no pressure to impress, because everyday dancing should be like breakfast. As long as you can put slices of bread in the toaster and pour orange juice, you’re good — fancy sauces and soufflèes don’t belong on a breakfast table anyway. My mum often talks about stunda. The best English translation I can do is “the moment”, or perhaps the grammatically incorrect “the while”. It’s a period of time where the whole point isn’t what you’re doing, but that you’re spending time together …