I’ve talked before about my big pink love for the talk radio show, Too Beautiful to Live. Mike had interviewed before while he was running for Seattle Poet Populist. Fans of the show are called “10s,” a joke that there are only tens of followers, though. She mentioned that even though she considers “Mona from West Seattle” the 25th listener, I’m still a 10. I sent her a thank-you and said that I hope she was referring to me and not some other Mona from West Seattle, in which case I would have to challenge this Mona to a dance-off.
So after Jen suggested that a dance-off would be a great idea and for any other Mona in West Seattle to call in to arrange it, I panicked. I CAN’T DANCE! Like most children who grew up with devout Catholic mothers, I spent hours in front of my bedroom television, copying moves from 1990s rap videos. I’m referring to the cadre of music television with the fine lyrical stylings like, “All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom and a poom-poom! JUST SHAKE YA RUMP!” I never even knew that this style of dance was inappropriate until I busted out some of these moves at my 7th grade Catholic school function and faced the rest of the year as the girl who tried to make a dollar out of fifteen cents.
Last night, I called into the show thank them for mentioning my name and explained briefly why a dance-off wouldn’t be a good idea. I also choked. You can listen to it here. I call in around 15:09.