Ok, I’m a lady, right? Mostly classy, usually respectable. I keep it together, and largely under wraps. “Crass” is not often a word pointed in my direction. (I’m going off my own assumptions here; I make no promises.)

But this piece makes me want to THROW DOWN and jump at least half the individuals on stage. And I’m not discriminating between sexes. I had to fan myself for a good minute after the piece ended. With my delicate lacy fan, though. ‘Cause dammit, I am a LADY.

(For my non-dancer readers: it helps to watch full screen, and to keep your eye on individual dancers. Particularly the girl with the short-in-front-long-in-back shirt. Her name’s Koharu. She is insane. Oh and the black guy? Shameful, shameful thoughts.)