Steppin’ UP

sigh...

Late last night my boyfriend and I watched a film.  Maybe you’ve seen it?  Here are some hints:  it was a story about passion, Being Who You Are, triumphing over adversity, getting past the sorrow of your mother’s untimely death, and the inexpugnable need to wear a sports bra as a top.  By now you’ve probably already figured out that the movie in question is Save the Last Dance Step Up 2: The Streets.

The movie takes place in the hardscrabble city of Baltimore, Maryland where, as we know from The Wire they keep gettin’ into funky ass shit, like, every single day.  The protagonist is, as one would expect in a movie about Baltimore hip hop dancers,  a white American Eagle looking chick named Sarah Johnson Andie West, who is totally bringing it in her effort to pursue her dream of being a street dancer. Yes, you read that correctly. Dancing around in a parking lot in an undesirable neighborhood while wearing a baseball cap artfully tilted to the side now officially counts as a career goal.

My Terrorist and Me

On December 27th my sister and I boarded the train at Wilmington, Delaware after a Christmas Family Spectacular filled with the kinds of craziness that only people related to one another by blood could possibly  be expected to create.  Going home for Christmas at my parents house is similar to being a diamond miner.  You come out of both situations with some pretty nice material shit but it takes quite a toll on the old psyche, and on several occasions you come face to face with the reality that you might not make it out alive.