The idea of dancing as a response to the political climate wasn’t something I initially set out to create; it evolved organically. There’s only so much unsettling news one can absorb, so much outrage to process, and disappointment to harbor in a single day before the need for replenishment arises.
I wouldn’t describe myself as a beacon of optimism. Actively seeking joy in everything is not my forte. In fact, I often greet overly positive places, like the “Life Is Good” store, with a dismissive gesture for their relentless cheerfulness. I prefer low expectations, which allows me to feel excitement over average results. Yet, paradoxically, I also have a fondness for dancing — even if it’s not the most graceful.
At the age of 10, I found myself lip-syncing to Madonna’s “Like A Prayer” in front of my classmates, executing cartwheels up and down the stage while sporting an unfortunate perm and red glasses. It was a high point, and I’ve spent the years since attempting to recapture that moment of glory, feeling somewhat bitter at 35 and still unrecognized.
In light of my dance history and the current state of the world, I feel a strong urge to let loose. When I express to friends, “I just want to dance,” I’m only half-joking — I crave the freedom to perform the Cabbage Patch and the Hammer, but I refuse to indulge in the dab or any other synchronized line dancing. The Cupid Shuffle feels like a math problem for my feet, and I didn’t spend years avoiding math in college to let that nonsense spill onto the dance floor.
After the election, feeling defeated by the outcome and frustrated at the choices made, I decided to turn up the music. I call these nightly sessions The Dance of Defiance.
Consider this: can you really maintain anger while listening to ‘90s ska? Or Sisqó’s catchy “Thong Song”? Doesn’t your spirit lift at the first notes of a Spice Girls track? My household transforms into a Richard Simmons workout session around 7 PM, filled with nostalgic beats that won’t drag me down.
To spread the joy, I’m excited to announce the Dance of Defiance. Every other Friday, we’ll unveil a new Spotify playlist for modern mommies. Kicking things off, we’ve curated a collection of hip-hop tracks from 1988 to 1992. Expect hits like “I Got a Man” by Positive K, “Ain’t 2 Proud 2 Beg” from TLC, “Jump” by Kris Kross, “You Can’t Touch This” from M.C. Hammer, and after much debate, Vanilla Ice’s “Ice Ice Baby.”
The Bust a Move playlist spans over 90 minutes of classic tunes, perfect for those moments when you need a break from reality, reminiscent of roller skating nights in middle school. If you have suggestions for future playlists, feel free to leave a comment on our page; I’ll be sure to check them out.
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In summary, this article highlights the therapeutic power of dance in tumultuous times while introducing a fun, nostalgic music playlist for moms. It emphasizes the importance of finding joy amidst challenges and encourages community engagement through music suggestions.
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