A truly tragic turn of events in the world of “Words with Friends”.
So I’m sitting there reading a blog, and exclaiming, full of pouts and envy, about how absolutely stunning this fashion blogger is. I mean, she’s is out of this world beautiful, and photographs a charm to boot. I am in absolute awe and cannot stop staring at her perfection.
Me: (pointing at screen) oh WOW, this girl is so gorgeous!
Him: (looks up, glances over, looks back down) Nope.
Me: Uh, I think you need to look again, because you are clearly BLIND.
Him: (looks again) No way.
Me: What do you mean? This girl is stunning! Look at her eyes, her face, her hair, her legs!
Him: Honey, quit squawking. She’s not beautiful.
Me: Ok, WHAT makes her decidedly NOT beautiful??
(Note – i don’t know why I got so worked up but somehow I want him to have the same taste in women as I do!)
Him: She’s not you.
And off he goes, back to reading his own thing. Like he didn’t even have to think about it.
That, everyone, is love. Deluded surely, but oh ever so pleasing love.
Last weekend, I had the absolute pleasure of hosting one of the top Zouk dancers in the world from the Netherlands – Pasty. Yes, right here in Melbourne. Pasty came over to teach some incredible workshops, attend a couple of events, and generally inspire and help bring our small dance community to new unprecedented levels.
Having international instructors, or indeed, any quality instructor, in Melbourne, is a boon for our scene – the dance scene here is small, and in order to grow in quality, we need input and inspiration from visitors such as Pasty. However, rather sadly, we learned that a certain dance school owner had banned their students from attending Pasty’s workshops.
To me, this is supremely unethical – as I’ve said earlier in my Dance Capability post, no coach in ANY sport should disallow you from learning. This is taken one step further here – to ban your student from learning from an international instructor who’s only in town for 2 days is one of the most unethical things you can do as a teacher, or as someone who claims to be invested in growing your dance community, or assisting your students in their growth.
Pasty himself wrote a letter in response, to the dance community, and posted it on Facebook. What was most astounding was not that this person had banned his paying students from attending. It was that indeed, NONE of them attended the workshops.
What has the world come to when paying consumers are taught to be sheep, with no choices and ability to think for themselves? This is not someone telling a consumer not to go to their competitor, which is unethical in itself when the service is personal development. This is someone telling a consumer not to go to a one-off, once in a lifetime, incredible event. And them listening to it and being obedient. This is simply not something I can understand – if I’m paying someone for something, there is no way I am bound to keeping that service providers rules and regulations. Let me give you some examples, of other services/products we consume, and how ludicrous it would be.
Choosing an instructor is very difficult for personal development. However this is something I see a lot amongst various dance schools. What dance entrepreneurs need to realize is that the more diverse the dance community gets, the more it grows, and the more it grows, the more business there is for all such business owners. The more they seek to divide and conquer (laughable really in a scene where this particular dance style has only a total of about 50 dancers), the more they expose their own fears in insecurities as a leader to their students, and the less they will achieve with customer loyalty, respect, and more.
However, I am doubtful a simple blog post will assist the situation.
Rather, I call upon all students to become smart consumers. And know that you have the power, as a paying consumer, to get what you need from your hobby – especially with the plethora of different dance schools out there to choose from.
Ask yourself the following questions:
As paying customers, you have CHOICE. Use it. Dancing is an extremely personal sport. You absolutely need to be able to make these choices. Because dancing is so community based, it becomes part of your personal and social development as well. Do you want to be part of a negative, segregational community, or one that is welcoming, sharing, achievement oriented?
Today was my mum’s birthday. Never have I ever known a woman more resilient, more loving, more kind and generous, more intelligent, all in the one package. My mum is one of those women, the ones we dream of becoming – who are amazingly capable and successful career women who are revered in their field, whilst being an incredibly loving and thoughtful mother, wife and friend. She’s effortlessly gorgeous, looks 20 years younger than she is, and has a smile that lights up a room. And when I say lights up a room, I mean over the years, several strangers have commented on its magical abilities to lift anyone’s spirits.
My mum is fearless and adventurous – a few weeks ago she was the most gung-ho in our family about going white water rafting – and a thrill seeker. She’s eccentric and lovable, so gleefully so with her love of puns, language plays, and light hearted ribbing. She’s a mum who encourages you to achieve all your potential, who pushes us kids to greater limits, who inspires us with her own work constantly. She’s a constant source of pride, loving thought, and vibrant energy, whilst being always there for a chat, some love, or a hug.
And sometimes, just when I think she’s so awe-inspiring, high-achieving and am about to give up even pretending to aspire to the same lofty heights as her, I see that she’s gifted my sister this teeshirt, and all is right in the world again, because my mum is awesome and also sometimes, just plain hilarious.
Happy birthday to the most amazing mum in the world. I know people think I’m biased, but it’s the absolute truth.
I do love having friends over, and all my girlfriends know that a tuppa-tea is one of my favourite hot drinks to chill out over. I’ve somehow even managed to win most of them over to my style of a tuppa-tea – slightly milkier than usual and a good dollop of honey in it. When they come over, it’s like a tea-party, natch.
On the recent trip to Bali, the exciting buy for me was some great ceramic-ware, specifically, a gorgeous tea set. We stayed in a gorgeous estate, and wanted to know where to buy some of the lovely ceramic-ware we were eating and drinking out of daily. We were brought to the famous Jenggala ceramics. Everything in there was incredibly breathtaking, but with a conspiratorial smile, our driver whisked us to what was apparently Jenggala’s factory outlet, with equally beautiful items at half the price!
So here goes it, my new tea set. Can’t wait for the first catch up I have with the girls over these, and biscuits for dunking.
I was looking through my iphone and giggling to myself about my penchant for taking seemingly random and inane shots of things, stuff, happenings. If you were to take my phone and go through the picture gallery, it would seem to you that I liked taking pictures of inanimate objects. I do, but only because on afternoons such as this when I need a pick-me-up, I look through and am reminded of life’s exceedingly simple pleasures, moments that lend so much joy to your life in the most basic of ways.
Simple pleasures.
Waking up to a fresh fruit smoothie in the mornings.
Watching my mini jungle grow with utter pride.
Bread, Meat, Cheese lunches with colleagues.
Surprise birthday flowers from my amazing dance team.
Post dinner-date coffee and nibbles at the exquisite Langham Hotel, to the tunes of wonderful jazz music and excellent company!