Oh, it’s just a headline. Well, perhaps not.
The truth is, I did find myself quite moved by last night’s So You Thigh You Can Dance dancing kings and queens.
So much effort, so little pretense, and, this morning, no memory at all of what any of the judges said.
This feels healthy.
For me, Twitch was the weakest. Yet, who knows, perhaps he has a huge fan club out there of people who wear large glasses.
Yet one has a sense that his fan club is not quite as big as Mark’s. Which means that Twitch seems the most likely to walk the dancing plank. As Joshua actually danced. Really danced. Danced impressively. With verve, nerve and swerve.
Oh, please let me be honest for a moment. I don’t really care all that much about the boys. They’re all really quite nice. They’re all triers who have squeezed the very most out of what they have.
The girls, though, well, that’s a little different.
I really feel that justice would be served by allowing Katee to play the male parts next week. Or perhaps the three remaining girls could take it in turns.
Because if we really are choosing the top four dancers, they would be Joshua and the Three Degrees of Heat.
Unfortunately there will be One Degree of Separation tonight.
My fear is that it will be Courtney. Perhaps because, oh, I don’t know, she seems slightly less technically polished than the other two.
But I don’t want her to go. Couldn’t we elevate Mark to the judging panel, replacing Teethy? I mean, Mark has an intimate knowledge of all of the dancers, so his critique would surely be suitably pointed.
I know I am clutching at long gone hay here, but there’s a certain sadness at the thought of any of the girls leaving.
So, please forgive the headline. It was written in sadness, not knowledge.
Still, you don’t really think any of the men should win, do you?
The Pond thanks Peter Kaminski for expressing things so perfectly.