N.B.: This is my final post of four today. God, I’m beat.
In step aerobics class, I spend a lot of time and energy checking in the mirror to make sure that I’m holding and moving my hands and arms according to eighteenth century precepts of correct stage movement. This involves, among other things, curving one’s arms slightly and holding one’s hands either with the fingers slightly fanned out or with the third and fourth fingers together, slightly bent in towards the palm (or, if one wants to be particularly refined, with the ball of the third finger slightly on the nail of the fourth finger). There are also rules governing how one stands and walks, but they become impossible to obey once one starts dancing around a plastic platform.
I’ve been doing step aerobics classes for three weeks and it only occurred to me today that this wasn’t just the most ordinary thing in the world.