Watching me try to do this hip hop exercise routine is so mortifying, I even thought of videoing it as part of a comedy routine. I can't remember the exact name of the DVD I own because it's (thankfully) still boxed away right now, but I do know that the lady is a choreographer for Madonna and that she repeatedly shouts out some phrase like “Show me your flair!” or “Add your pizzazz!” or “Give it your own styilio!”
See, not only do you have to attempt the sexy club dance routine, but this mad woman wants you to make it your own by adding your own personal hip hop elan. I have not seen what my interpretation of this unfair and unexpected demand looks like, but since I'm so far from being naturally hip hoppy I can only imagine it looks like crippled pain or deflated sorrow. I haven't done this since it left me feeling painfully shy and embarrassed in front of my own cats
But what do you think?