Showing posts with label Latin Lover. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Latin Lover. Show all posts

Monday, July 21, 2008

I'm not Hispanic.

I'm not. Even though some days I would absolutely love to be. Ever since our last Zumba class I've been on a Latin kick like no other. It's so bad that I've been listening to Zumba music in my car, and a lot of Reggaeton. I sing in Spanish, and I don't even know what I'm singing. I think it's the rhythm of it all- the color that's even in the music. Sure, some of it gets monotonous- but like any music culture, there are songs you love- and songs you hate. I'm in love with 75% of it.
I've considered taking a latin lover... Kind of a Ricky Martin, Daddy Yankee, and Antonio Banderas guy. Maybe this will help? ¡Sí! ¡Muy Caliente!

I guess some of it is the dancing- I've been in a dancing mood too. "Step Up 2: The Streets" came out on DVD on tuesday- and yes, I now own it. I don't know exactly what it is about cheesy movies in which dancing solves all problems, cultural divides, and troubled life paths- but they just make me feel fluffy inside... not to mention start my own dance crew. I actually liked "The Streets" better than the first Step Up movie. It's different in that, for once it's not all about getting in to the prestigious school and securing a better life for the troubled lead character- it's about the culture of underground dance- plain and simple. The movie is probably widely criticized for having no noble driving lesson or message behind it- it's honestly about overcoming first impressions and celebrating an underrated and largely unrecognized culture of underground choreographed dance. So, that sounds fancy, I know. But it's an awesome movie with a decent soundtrack- and best of all it accomplishes what should be the main goal: It makes you want to move. Muévete!
I love Movies. Any movies. I love cheesy movies, artsy movies, movies that make you think, dramatic movies, weird movies. The only ones I don't like are horrifically bloody and violent movies. I think that critics are given entirely too much credit- gone are the days when people appreciated a movie that can take you away from reality- if just for a little bit. All movies have their purposes, and a movie that does its job is, in my opinion, a good movie. To put it simply: We've all gotten too "artsy fartsy" for our own good. Let it go.
I guess what I'm really doing is defending the movies that I love- the ones that some would say are generic, have no point, or are just "lame". I guess in a way, I'm defending my intelligence because I really enjoy said movies.

Today, a customer told me that I had beautiful hair, then proceeded to ask me if it was thick in the summer... The other day, a woman told me I was "too nice to work here" and that I should work for Harris Teeter; is it really that friendly and nice there? Yesterday, a lady told me I looked like Miley Cyrus. Last week, I had a conversation with a woman who informed me that she buys organic milk so that her daughter won't get her period at the age of 6. This job is so much fun.
I guess I should start drinking organic milk- I mean, if the regular stuff can honestly speed up the development of children, I'm probably some kind of mutant by now. ¡Ay, Dios Mio!