J'ai mal aux pieds
Raves and rants of a beginner tanguera
It’s funny because it’s sad
The ink was barely dry on my post on the myth of women’s competition (check out another one on that subject by Mari and that article on women dancing together) that I got hit by a sad truth… For some women it’s not a myth, it’s their sad reality. Indeed, in our community there are a few rare women who see other women as non-entities. They’ll smile at the men but they’ll look at other females with a strange mix of hate and contempt. Exemple in case: Sunday night milonga, a woman attempts to monopolize one of the best leaders while totally ignoring the friends around him. She looks away whenever one of us smile at her. I try several times that evening to engage with her but get rewarded by her best efforts... (more...)
Milonga 101 – The all important tango bag
Mari had a great post (as usual) about the content of her tango bag. So, in the spirit of scaring off people who befriend me at milongas, here is the content of my tango bag (from top left): Two pairs of shoes (got 2 Neo-tangos, 3 Comme il Faut and 3 Taconeandos so I try to vary, you know, but I always carry my pair of red Neo-Tango that are 1/2 size too big and just perfect for the second part of the milonga, when my feet are swollen) One pair of ballet flats (they’re my practice/class shoes, work much better than those damn expansive and ugly sneakers and they were only 28$, for the post-2AM part of the milonga when I should actually quit and go home) Lip gloss, mascara, pressed powder and bloating papers (if you’re a girl you... (more...)
The myth of women competition or my Girrrrlfriends
Untrue to the stereotype that women in Tango seat alone waiting for men to ask them to dance, Tango has opened a whole new world of female friendship for me. I am un-freaking-believably lucky to be surrounded by gorgeous, smart and vibrant women. They’re my girrrlfriends. I love hanging out at the milonga when my peeps are there. Sometimes I actually regret dancing so much because I dont’ get to talk with them enough… Such is the life of a wannabe tanguera. While some women keep to themselves and see other females as competition for dancers, we have built ourselves a supporting, loving community. We look after each other, we enjoy watching each other dance, we comfort, encourage, compliment, advice. We sit, whisper, laugh,... (more...)
For the people of Haiti who spend their 3rd night outside
Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. William Ernest Henley Read More →
Un vieux proverbe indien…
… dit que chacun d’entre nous est une maison de quatre pièces, une représente le physique, une l’émotionnel, une autre le mental et une dernière, le spirituel. La plupart d’entre nous vivons dans une seule pièce le plus clair du temps mais à moins d’aller dans chaque pièce chaque jour, même si c’est seulement pour aérer, nous ne sommes pas complet. Le tango vous fait passer dans chaque pièce, en dansant. Read More →
Open letter to Brigitta Winkler
Dear Brigitta, First, I apologize for addressing you by your first name instead of Ms. or Mrs. or Professor but you are so approchable, it feels just right. Second, I want to explain why I am writing this letter. I took a class with you a few days back at Studio Tango in Montreal: Milonguero B. It was a wonderful class. It could warrant a simple private emailed thank you note but I want this thank you to be public. Why? Because Tango is a close knit community and it makes us strong only if we share. Everything. Bad experiences and good ones too. Other tangueros should know that, whenever you... (more...)
About us
Mother of a 6yrs old Spiderman, tanguera wannabe, PhD candidate and quirky management lecturer by day. If you want to hire me click on Formation or Enseignement. I do love Business and I tend to read a lot on the subject, so feel free to browse that first blog. If you want to dance with me, you\'ll get my opinion on some quirks of our Montréal tango community by clicking on J\'ai mal aux pieds. If you want to try some of my failed recipes, click on Délires. Feel free to comment, bloggers loooove that ;)