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Boarding a plane to Peru in a few minutes. Slightly terrified. Glad to go somewhere new, and also to learn about global medicine.
I’m about to post about eastern dance or “belly dancing” so if you’re not interested you can skip this.
Recently there was an article published by a woman who condemned white women for appropriating eastern dance by calling it “belly dance” and wearing traditional clothes as an attention seeking method. Now do I disagree with that? Not completely, for reasons I will not disclose in this post. BUT as dance is an ART FORM I would say that anyone who wants to appreciate and value a style should be able to learn and perform it in appropriate fashions. You wouldn’t tell a professional ballroom dancer they cannot practice salsa because they are not Latin, and you wouldn’t tell a ballerina they cannot do ballet because they are not French.
I also am a white woman who enjoys the many styles of belly dance. You see belly dancing isn’t just imitations of Moroccan or Egyptian or Indian or Turkish. It’s mixing and embellishing and enjoying the folk dances of many people. There is even American styles based off of multiple folk dances, one called American Tribal style which takes multiple moves from different dances, even flamenco making it a truly melting pot dance.
As for costuming I’m sure you’ve all heard that Hollywood has forever turned the eye of dancers to be scantily clad entertaining men. This is NOT belly dancing’s main goal. It is to provide a sisterhood through the art of dance and to provide joy to an audiences of all types. That being said some dances are geared toward more raunchy or party like themes with both their moves and songs.
I could go on and on, but I’ve only really been practicing belly dance for about a year, though I was introduced about 3 years ago. And what it boils down to when done right is appreciation, not slander, of a culture, of many cultures, of a global culture for a sisterhood in dance.
Happened to be in the lab for a mere 7 hours today [note that I am NOT getting paid for this, just experience] and didn’t even fully understand how to work the machine I stayed the extra 4 for. Mostly because my memory is not photographic and needs repetition. Good stuff. At least I got most of an immunology chapter outlined.
On the bright side I’m going to Peru in 3 days and I bought walmart pizza. [which is the fucking delicious, about a 9 on the cheap pizza scale if you’ve never tried it].
I also don’t really know how to talk to you guys because I never do, and I’m surprised if there are any readers out there, but dear reader if you’re still reading this blog stay tuned for Peruvian blogging from my phone in Lima. Especially if I don’t make any friends.