Mariah liked to envelop herself in white silk lingerie in her white silk sheets and bedspread.
Not twerking or shaking your ass in the club, because you have intellectual prowess and therefore no need for such base demonstrations of sexual value. Come on, you’re not a stripper.
I stopped dancing around the same time I decided to stop starving myself. If I was really going to kick my eating disorder, if I was really going to, in the cringe-inducing terms of the body love movement, “make friends with my body,” it probably wasn’t a good idea, I figured, to put it in a leotard and spend many hours a week in a room full of mirrors.
Caribbean women are inherently sensual, we have a unique feminine confidence and I wouldn’t mess with an island girl if I wasn’t one, but Rihanna is taking it to a point of vulgarity that separates her from that.
I feel like the earth is still getting back on its normal orbit a year after this song made every woman’s ass shake collectively for the first time.
You know the whole world is your dance floor. You also know the true meaning of “dance like nobody’s watching” and you live that everyday.
You may be over the song, but you can’t deny that it makes you want to dance — so much that Justin Bieber and his friends got in on the action.
I will always love Britney, but she just doesn’t know what’s right for her, and the people who are working with her are not giving her the right kind of choreography or look for her body and her age. She’s not being smart about it.
Going on service trips in college and making your profile picture you, smiling, surrounded by a bunch of half-naked children of various ethnicities.
I know I put a post-Labor Day ban on all Blurred Lines related discussion, but there was no way I could’ve known that some sent-from-heaven (and let’s be real, probably headed back there soon) Grandpiece was going to gift the world with such a saucy exclamation point to end the conversation.