Rebuilding Rob

As WordPress continues to recycle old prompts, I pulled another prompt from The Coffee Monsterz Co to respond to today

What is a stereotype that is true about you?

Stereotypes are very slippery slope. They are blanket generalizations that are, according to some people, grounded in some form of reality. For the ignorant (and by ignorant people, I mean those who really lack knowledge on a particular subject) they will develop a stereotype based on one experience on one occasion. One stereotype then I would admit about myself  to be true about me is that I can’t dance.

God knows I try, or have tried. But that was one nice things about coming of age in the 1990s: a lot of the music that I liked didn’t preclude dancing as much as it precluded starting a mosh pit. Sometimes I wonder if part of the reason I became a metal head back in the 80s was based on the fact that listening to hard rock / metal didn’t require dancing either. 

It’s not that I don’t like dancing. And I do like to dance. I’m just not very good at it. Not being able to they certainly didn’t stop me from trying. In my late teens in my early 20s, I was something of a bar rat. Since I couldn’t drink here in America until i was 21, or even until it was 19 in Canada, that normally meant that I had to get out on the floor and dance if I wanted to be social and possibly mean women.

Like most bad dancers, I enjoy dancing – for the same reasons that most people do. I like moving to the music. Under the right circumstances, dancing can be sensual or even sexual. However most people are better dancers than I am. But the stereotype about white people (suck as myself) not being able to dance is one that is, for me unfortunately, grounded in reality.

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