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Hello, new readers! I like you already.
This weekend I went out to visit my parents, and the train stations were all plastered over with advertisements for Dance Your Ass Off. Confession: I don’t have cable. That said, I’m also not dead. When I heard about this show last year, I felt pretty meh about it. But I’ll tell you what, I do love that everyone in the ads looks absolutely gorgeous. And all the chicks are showing off their arms (a subject I’ll save for another, hotter day). But conceptually it’s such a mess. What a shame. People eat this stuff up. They cry and find it inspirational. Hell, I used to cry when I watched The Biggest Loser (which I ALWAYS watched while eating something cream-filled).
I don’t want Dance Your Ass Off to be sad and schmaltzy. I want it to be about gorgeous big bodies dancing like crazy in shiny costumes. I’d like for one of the contestants to say—“I started off wanting to lose weight, but now I realize that I am fan-freaking-tastic right now. I can dance in this body! I can wear sequins! So you can go weigh yourself in, I’m off to tango.”
