I never intended to turn dancing into a post-election ritual; it simply unfolded. There’s a limit to how much news you can digest, outrage you can experience, and disappointment you can carry in a single day before you need a recharge.
Optimism isn’t my forte. I’m not one to seek joy in every nook and cranny. Honestly, I salute “Life Is Good” stores with a middle finger for their incessant positivity on a dreary Wednesday. I prefer to keep my expectations low so that I can be pleasantly surprised by mediocre outcomes. But one thing I do enjoy is dancing. And boy, do I dance poorly.
Back when I was 10, I lip-synched to Madonna’s “Like A Prayer” in front of my elementary school. I cartwheeled across the stage, clad in black with a disastrous perm and red glasses that made me look like I was trying way too hard. Sadly, that was my peak, and I’ve been chasing that third-grade talent show high ever since. Now at 35, I’m still an undiscovered talent, which is a little salty.
Given my dancing history and the current chaotic climate, I find myself compelled to bust out some less-than-graceful moves. When I tell my friends, “I just want to dance,” I’m only half-joking—I crave the Cabbage Patch and the Hammer, but steer clear of the dab and any form of synchronized line dancing. The Cupid Shuffle is just a fancy math word problem for your feet, and I didn’t spend four years dodging college math to let my awkwardness spill onto the dance floor.
So, after the election, I pulled myself off the couch, feeling humbled by the victory of a Cheeto-coated chicken breast and outraged by the choice of a tumbleweed comb-over. I cranked up the music. I dubbed my nightly music sessions The ResistDANCE.
Think about it: Can you really stay mad while jamming to ‘90s ska? Or when Sisqó is belting out thong-thong-thong-thong? Don’t you feel a surge of energy when the first notes of anything Spice Girls hit your ears? At 7 PM, my house transforms into a Richard Simmons workout where I sweat to whatever uplifting tunes I can find, steering clear of anything that might dampen my spirit.
And because I’m all about sharing, let’s join in the ResistDANCE together! Every other Friday, we’ll drop a fresh Spotify playlist for our Home Insemination Kit community. Kicking things off is a hip-hop collection from 1988 to 1992. It features classics like “I Got a Man” by Positive K, “Ain’t 2 Proud 2 Beg” by TLC, “Jump” from Kris Kross, “You Can’t Touch This” by M.C. Hammer, and yes, after much deliberation, Vanilla Ice’s “Ice Ice Baby.”
The Bust a Move playlist is over 90 minutes of old-school beats perfect for those moments when reality feels overwhelming, and you need a nostalgic trip back to those middle school roller-skating nights. Have playlist suggestions? Leave a comment on Facebook (I’ll be checking them out) or tweet me!
For more insights into home insemination, check out this excellent resource on pregnancy and home insemination, or visit Make A Mom for expert advice. And don’t forget to read through our terms and conditions for more information.
Summary
Join us for The ResistDANCE, our weekly Spotify playlist that combines nostalgia and fun to help you shake off the stress of current events. Every other Friday, we’ll unveil a new playlist, starting with a hip-hop selection from the early ‘90s. Engage with us by suggesting future playlists and exploring valuable resources about home insemination.