Colette's Club Track of the Day: I Hate This Part

Since I love club music, and I'm a former club girl, I thought it would be fun to feature a new club track for all the ladies who love to dance to this kind of music.

I Hate This Part: Pussycat Dolls (Digital Dog Remix)

My So You Think You Can Dance Obsession Continues

This Mia Michaels' contemporary routine from So You Think You Can Dance is one of my favorites from this season. I've only watched it about ten times. I'm obsessed! It's called "The Butt Dance, and once you watch it, you'll understand why.



(Via Rickey)

Just Say No To Dudes on the Pole

(Via Passive Aggressive Notes)

Dancin' The Night Away

Last night, I went out dancing with my cousin, who just turned 21, and my best friend and her friends. We had a blast dancing the night away. I realized how much I've missed it. It had been so long since I had been out to a club. I felt alive again for the first time in years.

My ex and I had met in the club scene, and we fell in love because we shared the same taste in music and love for everything related to the scene. When our relationship started falling apart, we no longer went out, for a variety of personal reasons, even too personal for this blog. We stopped having fun with each other.

It made me think about relationships and how the only way they work is if a couple makes the effort to constantly work on them. It takes communication, compromise, and being able to have a good time with each other. Once those things are gone, then there's nothing left. Love cannot survive if those two people build a wall between each other, whether they realize it or not.

We no longer danced the night away with each other, the way we used to when we first met and fell in love. We no longer hugged each other, or told each other how much we meant to each other, and most importantly, we stopped having fun together. We became enemies and strangers living together. The last year of our relationship was like living with the ghost of what we used to be. I was constantly depressed and beat myself up because I couldn't make the relationship any better.

I lost myself. My spirit was broken, and I stopped going out and dancing, something I had been doing for a good ten years, if not more. My failing relationship took over my life. Last night was the first time since my break-up where I actually felt like my old self again. I danced the night away, but I also found a piece of myself that had been lost for a long time. It was an amazing thing.

The "I Still Live at Home" Guy

I'm always baffled by these clueless and dependent (see: Mama's Boys) dumbasses. They're always in their late 20s to early 30s, and it's always for the same reason "I'm saving money for a house." No, they're not, but it sure does sound good. And they always put a good spin on their living situation: "Oh, I have an apartment downstairs." Umm, last time I checked this was called your mother's basement. If your mother has to knock before she comes down to do laundry, then it's a basement. If your mother has to call down the stairs for you to come up and eat dinner, then it's a basement.

These men always have decent jobs, and they seem to have their shit together: they don't. They're completely dependent on their mothers. Their mothers do everything for them: cook, clean, make their beds, tie their ties, and do their laundry (of course!). These guys have been babied and breast fed well into their 20s, and they're not weaning off the teat anytime soon. If you date one or worse, end up with one, you will be their new Mommy.

If you meet one of these, don't waste your time. They're immature, financially retarded, and have no understanding of the adult world as we know it. There are many guys out there who have apartments, pay their own bills, and even make their own beds, so why bother dating ones that don't? Save yourself the aggravation. Date real men, not boys.