Last night I watched So You Think You Can Dance and while there were the usual mix of delusional young people who somehow believe they are very good at something they are in fact very bad at, I found the plight of the man who calls himself “Sex” deeply disturbing.
How can it be that he has been encouraged in his delusion by his mother who excuses her behaviour by saying garbage like, “he has a dream and one day he will make it” and ranting at the judges who are, in fact, doing the poor guy a favor in letting him know he will never be a dancer.
I’ve done some time in the performing arts and it is true that if you think you are good you can bluff those who don’t know any better to shell out good money to watch you do what you do and even get a few of them to stand at the end and applaud you. Those who have a more discerning sense of the art stand amazed on the sidelines wondering where those people get the gall to pull it off. But that is just a matter of degree that thankfully only a few are aware of. This guy “Sex” couldn’t entertain at a 6 year old birthday party without incurring harsh judgement.
What I see here is a life wasted on the pursuit of something, that is for him, clearly unattainable. While I am the first to say you are made of “god stuff” and therefore can create anything at all, it is clear to me, after watching “sex” “dance”, that we really need to qualify that fairly rigorously. I thought that was a given – that people naturally follow the dreams they have some innate qualification for. Boy oh boy was I wrong about that!
So maybe the man’s talent lies in showing all the rest of us how misguided we can be without even noticing.