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I have just finished taking all of my classes. As an au pair you need to take 6 credits per year and since I have been here for 1½ year I need to take 9 credits. One of the things I did was a dance class. It's SO hard to find the kind of dance schools that I want here!!! In my hometown there are disco dancing, street dancing etc. around every corner but here it's different. Finally I found a class where we would learn the waltz, tango, foxtrot and rumba. I already have some experience with this so I wanted to get a real challenge and feel like I was getting a proper work out. I wanted to sweat!! But when I got there it turned out that both teachers were in their 60s/70s and I just knew that this wouldn't be like I had expected. Damn it. Oh well, since I needed those credits I simply had to force myself to go. And it wasn't all that bad. Sure the teachers bickered a lot. And I wished that I could have brought Nick with me because there were a lot of couples there who wanted to learn to dance before their weddings. But Nick works in the evenings so me and a few other lonely ladies decided to dance with each other instead :) It was actually quite fun and I realized that I'd love to dance rumba on a more advanced level. The teachers told me every class how impressed they were of me, they thought I was a great dancer because I followed the rythm well, picked up the choreographies quickly and was easy for the male teacher to lead. It made me very happy but not surprised of course. I've been dancing since I was 9 so if I wasn't good at this point then I don't think I'd ever be...

 

We had an interesting moment when we were all learning a new step and one of the teachers said that walking together in a circle would make it easier. So she asked us all to hold hands which us women had no problem doing. But all of the men looked sooo uncomfortable all of a sudden. Their eyes were staring down on the floor and they slowly walked towards the circle as if they were walking towards their death sentence. Within a second every woman in the room yelled "OH COME ON!!!!". Isn't this 2015? As a feminist (oh give me a break if you just got offended by that word) I think that men need to realize that we're not just fighting for women to feel more comfortable in society, we are fighting for the men as well. The ones who have been told all of their lives that they're gay if they hold hands with another man for example. Well, here's some news for you. The male genitalia won't fall off if you hold another guy's hand. Especially not if it's of the purpose to dance around in a circle for a brief moment. And guess what, we don't automatically think you are gay if you do this. Even if we did, why would you be upset about it?? I know that I'm not gay but I still grabbed the hands of those ladies without hesitating. Aren't we over the whole "men shall be men" phase already? At the Pride festival Nick bought a rainbow colored bandana and said "I don't care if someone thinks I'm gay for wearing this. I know who I am and there is nothing wrong with being gay so why would I be offended if someone thought I was?"

 

While we're on this topic... It's time for people to stop calling each other "Pussy", "Girl", "Cunt", "Gay" and "Faggot" like it's a bad thing and something you should be ashamed of. Maybe you were brought up with people throwing those words around or maybe they aren't that horrible to you. But at some point you gotta look at those words and wonder why gay people and women are so often the weapons that are used when you want to be mean to someone or make a joke out of something. Put yourself in our shoes and think about how you would feel if you were apart of one of those categories. There are a thousand other words you can use. Pick one!

 

 

Stop comparing my gender to someone who you think is stupid.