When I was but a young one I really wanted to be a Soul Train dancer or a Solid Gold Dancer. Not only were they sexy (which somehow I already knew was important) but they could dance. I just thought being able to move that way was so cool. I was reminded of this last night when the sqvirrel and I went to see the Godfather of Soul, James Brown. He has some kick-ass dancers (although they were a lot skinnier than the dancers of my childhood, sigh).
When grown-ups used to ask me what I wanted to be when I “grew up” I never really knew what to answer. Somehow I knew that Soul Train or Solid Gold dancer was not appropriate to mention to grown-ups. But other than that I was kind of stumped. In the late seventies there was still the notion that there were jobs ‘for girls’ – nurses, teachers, and jobs ‘for boys’ – firemen, policemen. And not much overlap. And I didn’t really want any of the ‘for girls’ jobs. And true to myself, I ended up in a job – scientist – that was not traditionally ‘for girls.’
But man, if I only I could have been a soul music dancer. They looked like they were having a lot of fun last night.