As I watched last night’s two-hour installment of SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE, it finally dawned on this TV Addict why I have yet to get completely hooked on the show.
I don’t think I can dance. Actually, I know I can’t.
Which is unfortunate, because I truly believe that one of the big lures of reality television is imagining yourself in each contestant’s shoes. Essentially playing couch potato quarterback as you meticulously second guess contestant’s song choices, alliances, strategies and outfits. Yes, believing you can do better is half the fun.
So while I may not be the world’s most talented singer, I’m pretty confident that even outside of the confines of my car/shower I can belt out a tune better than 90% of the IDOL wannabes. Not to mention outwit, outplay and outlast many of the boneheaded SURVIVOR castaways. But when it comes to dance, I know my limits.
And while I most definitely appreciate the astounding talent and dedication of the contestants involved not to mention the energy and excitement that exudes from judges Nigel Lithgow, Mary Murphy and whomever happens to be sitting in the third chair when they witness someone really special. Like original 90210’er Brandon Walsh, I simply won’t do it. Seriously. Not only could you not pay me enough, there is no amount of alcohol on this planet that could get this TV Addict to pop, slide and twist on the dance floor in front of millions.
Unless of course my partner was Kelly Taylor, but unfortunately that’s an entirely different show. 