So pole-dancing with Liz was all sorts of fun. We laughed, we (I) almost cried, we got big bruises, welts, metal burns (feels like an indian burn), and LOTS of sore muscles in our arms, thighs, armpits, shins, pretty much all over the place. Who'da thought it would be that hard?! Not me. But is was really athletic, obviously.And what was super-interesting to me, was that the lady who taught the class, Karyn (sp?) used to be a stripper (not a pole-dancer, either) for like seven years and she was so analytical. Her theories on why we behave/walk/talk/etc
like we do were very intriguing. She said she wants to write a book called, "Everything I Need to Know I Learned in a Titty Bar." She went on to say how pole-dancing (and life) is all about the marketing angle... selling the 'possibility' of you having this thing you want. I coulda picked her brain for a while, but we only had about an hour and a half, and a lot of that was learning these contortionist moves on the pole called 'tricks.' And they certainly were tricky. Liz got them pretty much right off, but I nearly quit. But once i started getting the 'hang' of things (pun intended), it was really fun. Like swinging on the monkey bars at kindergarden recess. I'm going to look for someplace around here I can try it... like a class, not some random stopsign ;-)
