ballerina

someone asked me today if i was a dancer, "you know, like ballet," as an afterthought to steer clear of an impending sexual harassment charge. i am so relieved to think that i still have the air of normalcy. i feel like roadkill. a piece of chewed gum on an arizona tire. dryer lint. 

but being a dancer would have been a lot of stress. at least i can eat thai food and yogurt to the point of gluttony and not have my professional life put on the line. and at least my toenails don't fall off periodically. i get to wear whatever i want, tunics and scarves and comfy shoes and headwraps to cover dirty hair. it would get tiring being in beautiful dresses every day, wouldn't it?