the good men project
I no longer feel bemused or casually supportive of my mom’s Zumba expertise; the only word I can come up with now is proud. She is the Zumba Queen, we are her royal subjects, and there’s nothing funny or adorable about it.
I decided that Zumba, the “dance-fitness” craze, was cheesy and that I wouldn’t be caught dead doing it. Until I did it.
“Listen,” said Hair Lady From The Around The Way. “We’’ll pick out a piece that’s closest to your natural texture, so when you sweat nobody can tell.”

Oct 24, 2011 at 9:00am | 0 comments