Monday, January 30, 2012

Dirty Dancing, Awakening Desire And the Kind of Love a Girl Dreams Of.

Some friends and I got together to watch Dirty Dancing (the original movie) on Saturday night because one of the gals had never seen it before. (She’s Ex-Amish believe it or not- and she loved it, for the record!)

Anyway, It made me realize I gotta stop teasing the teenage girls for sighing and going giggling gaga over Rob Pat and Taylor Lautner/ Twilight- because I myself was was once that girl when Dirty Dancing came out and we did the same dang thing with Patrick. (Somehow I had forgotten that.)

Wanna know a secret? Patrick still made me heave a blushing sigh on Saturday night, God rest his dirty dancing soul. Perhaps it's because I've somehow attached my awakening sexual desires, and passion and yes, lust to it- however budding and immature the feelings at the time. It certainly was all that to me back then. Powerful emotions. I can see why it made me react even at this ripe old age embarrassing to admit though it may be.

Still, though it managed to make me want to titter like a school girl while re- watching it some 30 yrs later, I realized now how bad it actually was - but yet so good!

Jennifer Grey (Baby Houseman in the movie) gave an interview saying her agent told her how horrible and devastating it was going to be to her career when they first screened it. Even critics tore it up- and on a critical level, I tend to agree with them.

But then there was this other side to the movie, the one that made us teenage girls change everyone's views when we got to see it. Okay, Okay, it was more about us throwing our expendable income and fangirl squeeing at the movie that changed their minds. (Thus dooming us to countless insipid young adult movies that NEVER should have been made- ugh, can I have my money back??) But you can't deny we did change things, because suddenly, it exploded.

I look back now and think how could it not have? Because really, it's the epitome of what we as Western girls think true love should be.

...Girl with a heart of gold falls for the boy with equal heart of gold but from the wrong side of the tracks They see to the true heart of each other and fall in love, determining to be together come hell or high water. And that is what every teenage girl dreams of.

Honestly, they dream of it not just because they are conditioned that way through media and society, which is what I tend to believe as an adult and is true to an extent.

No, we dreamed of it because it’s in us. In our DNA, in our bones, in our souls. We were made to love and be loved. To be really seen- and loved anyway. And that is what every little girl dreams of. Well, what this girl dreamnt of anyway....


My sister and I watched Johnny and Baby fall in love over and over that summer it was released to video. When I think on it now, I'm not sure how my dad put up with us commandeering his tv- the only one with a vcr in our household at that time.

Poor Dad, ::shakes head::, Because I know that John Wayne lovin man could hardly stand it. But that was his was of love.

You see, Dad taught me what love means as and adult. Oh he wasn’t affectionate really and he had a hard time saying the words, but he modeled it.

He worked hard, provided for us the best he could with a GED education, and came home every night. He didn’t cheat on Mom, even when I know things were not easy between them. But she was the love of his life, we always knew that. In fact, he tattooed her name on his skin long after she left this earth. He never remarried after she died, because- in his words- “I had the best already."

Yep, there was never any doubt that he loved Mom till his last breath. And that’s the kind of love this woman dreams of now. Maybe some day I'll find it. I still believe in it even though I havent found it in mortal bonds.

But in the meantime, I'll always have Johnny Castle to blush over.

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