The Tomorrow Collective in action, photo: Chris RandleBy Chick Snipper
With the arrival of shows like So You Think You Can Dance (important enough to have its own acronym — SYTYCD) and Dancing with the Stars, to name the biggies, dance has become the new American Dream. Fame, fortune, partners with pecs — they can be yours for the taking. All you have to do is become a dancer who is good (and cute) enough to fox trot, hip hop, jazzercise and barrel roll your way into the dazed eyes of loud-mouthed judges and screaming fans who have the power to dial you to stardom. I mean, how hard can that be?
I would be lying if I didn’t admit to watching a full season of SYTYCD at my daughter’s behest. (I had put all bets on the aptly named Twitch — he lost, so there were some boo-hoos in my house). When not upchucking at the yuckiness of it all, I was marveling at the technique and endurance this show demands from its dancers. I was particularly taken with the range displayed by hip-hoppers, some of whom had little or no formal training (outside of their own specific form) previous to joining the other SYTYCD initiates. This show proves to the world that dancers are more fit than some professional athletes, as well as high spirited, determined, and humble individuals.