Why The Jungle Book is “Better than the Circus”
The thing about kids is that they require constant vigilance. You have to be forever one step ahead of them, and you have to assess all…
The Bare Necessities
It’s been a while since I’ve found myself running anywhere as a dance critic. This is because you learn a thing or two over the years, like…
Of Ballet and Back Spasms
When I was in college, I used to calculate exactly how many ballet classes I could skip before my attendance (or lack thereof) would affect my…
A Racist Looks at The Nutcracker as a Form of Historical Dance
It’s been a while since I’ve seen The Nutcracker and a while since I’ve blogged too for that matter, but I’ll spare you all the apologies…
Okay Fine, I Like Balanchine
It’s Thursday night, about seven minutes before curtain. I know this because I’m on my way downtown to meet PIC at the Merriam Theater on Broad…
Boyfriend vs. Ballet
It’s not that I don’t like ballet; it’s that ballet doesn’t like me. Nonetheless, I decided a few weeks ago that it was time to get…
Why I Need to Stop Doing Yoga
So I know yoga is supposed to be all about cleaning your mind and such but I’ve always believed that physical exertion should be rewarded. This…
Tchaikovsky Bites Again
After listing my reasons for purchasing an economy sized-nutcracker for my preschoolers earlier this week you’d think that I’d be particularly careful with the linchpin of…
Tis the (Nutcracker) Season
I’ve spent the past half hour brushing, braiding, bobby pinning and—last but not least—bedazzling the rather matted mane of my American Girl doll. Why? Because tomorrow…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 