"Like You Say You Do"

Wasn't joking about dancing last week. I've even replaced gratitude journaling on my daily task list:

Funny thinking back to some of the movies I grew up with in the 80's where if a young lady was having a bad day/week her friends might take her out dancing as a curative. Not necessarily for the drinking or the hooking up, though those were not uncommon associated activities, but for the joy of moving to music.

I don't remember their male counter parts ever doing that. If men were heading to a club it was as something more akin to predators stalking a different kind of release.

I wonder how that general difference in perception came about? I feel a bit cheated.

Today's break brought to you by Gabrielle Aplin's new album Dear Happy.