After being truly inspired by the steppin’ journalistic community (Veronica Solomon; Markie Bee; Terrance Pratt; Hadiyah Al-Sudan) I wanted to contribute something to the cannon. I couldn’t help myself and one day decided to launch a blog focusing on various perspective and idiosyncrasies unique to the progressive stepper’s viewpoint and experience.
So these are the chronicles of a Jersey girl-turned-stepper, kind of. Beware quintessential, hard-core steppers, I’m not as seasoned as several of you folks and I guarantee there may be posts that will give you pause. Forgive me, my ignorance, curiosities, and frustrations in advance.
It’s my intention to explore technique, patience, history, and my own (and others’) view regarding this charming subculture of dance that originated from dance known as The Bop, mid-20th century, in Chicago.
I’m not ashamed to say that I’ve not been swept up in the traveling frenzy that is clearly a part of a serious stepper’s life. Every time I look up there’s an all-white party in this state, or a dance-a-rama-skate-jeans-jiggy-steppers-sharp affair across the country. I usually roll my eyes because I am still too new to the culture to fully appreciate flying all over the damn United States to be twirled around by some sharp-dressed stranger. These people are crazy, I think sometimes.
But I am now one of them.
I won’t even get into the great people I’ve met from my foray into steppin’ — all ages and career affiliations, varied skill levels, personas, and locales (from Georgia to the West Indies).
The truth is that I’ve not met many women like me on the steppers scene. I’m a fairly attractive gal, I’d like to think — as are many of the lady steppers, so that’s not the oddity. I’m employed — from what it appears, you can’t be a hobo and STILL afford to show up to steppers sets looking halfway decent — that’s par for the course as well. I like to dance and so do all of the other ladies! I am, in many ways just like them, but here’s the catch: I’m a parent of two fairly young children. Most of the people I’ve met are already done raising their children, don’t have any children, or have self-sufficient teens or children who are now adults.
So while many steppers are traveling to LA, Dallas, and Chi-Town to get their step on — I, Ms. Mommy, am quite content building up my skills in the North East (for now) and of course, indulging my babies in helping me practice my basic steps right here in our Jersey living room.