My Work:Riverside Trolley Dances

During my recent semester of college as a dance appreciation student I had the pleasure of watching a series of dances.

One of my particular favorites was a concert called Riverside Trolley Dances.

The concert included five site specific pieces.

Each piece was created for a specific location in Riverside, CA.

The slideshow features one of the pieces titled, The Race was choreographed by Mark Harris and Rita Chenoweth.

Harris and Chenoweth are instructors and instrumental pieces of the dance department of Riverside City College.

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Nothing Nice

‘If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.’ For some people aka many of the citizens of the internet, that concept just seems to escape them.

When recent Miss America 2014 winner Nina Davuluri was crowned, she was greeted by an onslaught of racially charged tweets.

Many referred to her as a member of Al Qaeda, an Arab or Miss 7-11 even though Nina Davuluri is an Indian American from New Jersey.

Miss Kansas, a gun totting, tattoo having, army loving American woman congratulated Nina even though she was the one many said was the true Miss America.

Who are they to say who is truly more American?

Historically speaking one way or another many can trace their ancestry back to an immigrant, however their first insult to a “foreigner” is to tell them to go back home to their slum or village.

The rights activists marched for and died over are now being used as weapons toward other people.

You cannot help but wonder why people flock to the internet to hurl slur after slur at unsuspecting people whom they have never heard of.

Who seriously in their right mind wakes up and says, “You know what this random person really needs to do today? Kill themselves.”

For someone out there, that tweet or anonymous message to kill themselves could have been the final straw.

When up and coming African American rapper Azealia Banks felt Lady Gaga snubbed her for cutting a song featuring Banks off her new album due to her “bad attitude” Azealia foolishly took to Twitter.

Something Azealia might not have seen coming was the tenacity of Gaga’s fans the ‘Little Monsters’. Apparently, appropriately named, the little monsters subsequently tore Azealia Banks a new one.

Even though Gaga is known for preaching a credo of non-bullying and equality, the little monsters took to Twitter and various forums to call Azealia Banks racial slurs. Some even went as far as to tell her to kill herself using some very creative wording.

It is sickening and oddly impressive to think that with 140 characters a person can say such horrendous things to a complete stranger.

The Naked Truth

Oversexualized with modest criticism

We live in a world that condemns the flesh of the nontraditionally beautiful. Scantily clad woman grace the covers of magazines on a daily basis and

yet when we see the smallest bit of areola elsewhere it’s a national emergency.

Someone somewhere at this very moment is being exploited in some way, shape or form and yet all America seems to care about is a nip slip or a bit of peek-a-boo vagina at an award show.

How did we become so hypersensitive to nudity and the over-sexualization of woman in the media yet in the same instance learn to scoff at embracing our own sexiness?

Society’s dual minded attitude towards nudity is astonishing.

So what if Susie down the block has a bit more cleavage than you feel comfortable seeing, it doesn’t make it right to condemn her for being comfortable in the skin she’s in.

It makes you wonder if people are so ashamed of their own bodies that they feel the need to force others to feel just as bad or worse about themselves.

Why is nudity such a faux pas?

Perhaps I should answer my own question: sex sells.

The majority of ads are based on beautiful people selling luxurious things in the gaudiest or most provocative way possible.

Every year millions of people tune in to watch the annual Victoria Secret Fashion Show.

Woman in various colorsproudly parade down a runway in themed bras and panties with no one bating a discerning eye toward the models, in fact they applaud them.

Maybe the fashion show isn’t entirely fussed about, other than by jealous woman who wished they looked like the Victoria Secret angels, due to fashion being a form of art.

Why is it such a crass thing for the average person to be naked?

Has society’s idea about nudity really changed so much that it isn’t acceptable to don the flesh you’re in unless you’re considered a vision of beauty?

We spend more of our time fussing about some young starlets side boob exposure than on events that really matter.

If people are going to rally behind something that’s common sense let it be texting and driving instead of slut shaming and celebrities.

I don’t know about everybody else but seeing Janet Jackson’s nipple during the Super Bowl did not alter the way I turned out at all.

‘Reality’ vs. Reality

Reality is defined as the state of things as they actually exist, rather than how they may appear or might be imagined however shows like Preachers of LA and Bad Girls Club really make you question if there is anything real in reality television.

Do the preachers in “Preachers of LA” really live these grandiose lives or is it all rented to portray this mega pastor image they wish existed for them?

Are the people on The Bachelor/ette really looking for love or just a chance to be on national television?

Reality television has this unholy knack of glorifying all the wrong things in society and perpetuates this false sense of “if I do this I can be just like that person” mentality.

What kind of example does that set for today’s youth when the only rags to riches story they seem to care about is Kim Kardashian and her journey from sex tape to possibly getting married rap superstar Kanye West?

Some reality shows play out more like scripted dramas or rather daytime soaps so predictable it’s almost unbearable.

Shows like Vh1’s Love and hip-hop show this perfectly.

The show shadows the lives of new, old and often forgotten hip-hop “stars.”

Often words in the show lack authenticity making it apparent that what people say aren’t always their own thoughts.

If only life was that undeniably simple that when you need an idea of what to do next was already written down for you.

When the words in your brain just don’t seem right a list of suggestions could be handed to you on the sly.

There really can’t possibly be an abundance of ignorance and excessive drama as television executives put out for our viewing pleasure.

There’s usually no sign of intelligence life present on shows placed in the reality TV category.

Is the average woman really as aggressive as the young ladies of Oxygen’s Bad Girls Club or has someone cleverly found a way to expose mob mentality?

No matter how much you don’t like the cast, you can’t help but watch another episode all in to see if misfortune befalls them.

Makes you think about how these people are hand-picked solely because they’re a vile and so ignorant it’s almost scary.

At least with most reality competition shows the contestants seem to be real people.

So You Think You Can Dance has real dancers auditioning trying to make their dreams.

The Voice actually judges real people on their ability to sing based on nothing but their voice.

Is there a secret formula executives and ratings hounds have concocted that keeps us coming back?

What does it say about us a people that we sit religiously in front of televisions watching this perpetual filth instead of dealing with our real issues?

I guess you’ll just have to tune in next week to find out.