Men, try to get to the place where you know that you suck at tango.
I wish I could say that (a) I didn't have black and white shoes that I occasionally wear, and (b) I have gotten beyond the pre-embarrassed phase.
But in spite of conversations like the above video clip, I somehow have manage to maintain my bliss. Some people never evolve into kindness, and so the best defense mechanism is to be blissfully ignorant. For this reason, I have taken up residence in "the pre-embarrassed stage of blissful ignorance."
I like it here. It's warm and cozy, kind of like snuggling with a kind and tender-hearted tanguera.
*The real title of this blog is not about "blissful ignorance" but kindness and evolving. It takes work for me and -- I would venture -- most people. Some seem to have been born with the talent of kindness. They dance all night and if they have balance and boundaries to their kindness, then they are dancing with other kind people (or at least good dancers?).