The sheer preposterousness of it, galumphing great grown ups doing pointy toes
I started the six-week ballet course at Xtend Barre with a robust set of prejudices, the main one being that ballet in adulthood, like other little-girl things – wearing bunches, keeping rabbits, playing netball – is a step past nostalgia towards fetish. Plus, I did ballet when I was a kid and hated it.
The sheer preposterousness of it, galumphing great adults (that’s unfair, only I galumph) doing pointy toes: how do you get past that? But there’s something engrossing, even dreamlike about it. I came out after an hour feeling as though I’d just been hypnotised.
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