Disney Music is Evil...Russian Pas de Chat

I can't stand people who love Disney. I'm not including kids, of course, but I'm talking about functional adults who talk about Disney movies as if they're examples of quality cinema. In a whole other category unto itself are those who are immense fans of Disney music--those insipid ooey gooey tunes that most definitely manifest themselves as godawful earworms in the middle of the night.

So, you can imagine the horror I went through yesterday when my regular ballet teacher was replaced by the demonic amalgamated presence of Princess-what's-her-name-Cinderella-Snow White-Bell-Pochahontas-Ariel-Bambie creature dancing and prancing before me. Ah yes, this was a Disney lover at it's worst down to her sweet dimply smile, irritatingly squeaky voice and of course, poor choice in music.

Have you ever done plie's to "Chim Chimmeny?" I think not and no one else should ever be subjected to that sort of torture. What's next? The whole back catalogue of Brittany Spears while doing grand jete's in center?

I remember at one point, the CD player changing discs and all of a sudden a harpsichord version of Bach's Invention #13 comes on (oh, relief finally) and the gal keeped saying to herself "Now which movies is this from...I don't recognize it. Aristocats maybe? I guess I'll go back to Beauty and the Beast"

Needless to say, I was about ready to kill someone towards the end of class.

On a somewhat related note, look at me. Wheeee! I may be getting old and crickety, but I can still jump, damnit. Um, that's a Russian styled pas de chat by the way.