Are We Safe in Girls-Only School Bathrooms?

Bathroom talk isn’t one of my favorite topics. And I don’t enjoy its humor either. But as the bathroom wars continue over transgender access and rights, and students and parents voice concerns about privacy and safety for girls and boys in school bathrooms, my friends and I dove into our school memory boxes.

Cell phone image of a fight in a Delaware high school girls bathroom resulting in the death of 16-year-old Amy Joyner-Francis (in orange top). Source: CBS News

The fact is the girls bathroom and locker room at school can be the most dangerous place on earth. The girls bathroom was the tough’s turf for hanging out, smoking, and waiting for their unsuspecting student mark. Most of the stall doors were missing. Most of the toilets didn’t work at all. On occasion there was no water from the sink faucet. Yes, we’re talking about the United States of America public schools. The bathroom environment is ripe for anything except its bottom-line function.

Under these conditions some of us held our pee and other business until we got home. You were warned that this holding practice could lead to kidney failure later in life. But hey, we wanted to live to see another school day, and hug the ones we love again.

When this scene is played out for entertainment purposes in a movie or episodic, the tendency is to make the bathroom the proving ground, separating the cool kids from the squares or geeks. The strong from the weak. The geeks have to draw their line in the sand. The confrontation is the rite of passage to stand up for yourself and assert your right to be who you are. To be free.

America can be a “bullying” culture. And proud of it from the school bathroom, to the locker room, business, politics and down the rest of the chain. Even North Carolina’s bathroom legislation is the state house’s bullying tactic to reign in their urban communities from having control over raising the minimum wage and establishing anti discrimination policies.

Where is an American girl safe?

Bathroom talk stinks.

Washington Ballet finds their “both/and” in Bowie & Queen

To be honest, I rarely attend performances by The Washington Ballet for the dancing. I show up for the theme — a favorite musician, novels and stories, or band. It was no different with the company’s recent and last performance under Septime Webre‘s artistic direction yesterday at the Kennedy Center titled “Bowie & Queen” (the late great David Bowie and Freddie Mercury tracks). One of the challenges I’ve noted with Washington Ballet is the company’s ability to connect on a soulful level with the choreography and music during a performance. Bowie & Queen is the exception. The company has found its groove and soul. And choreographers Edward Liang and Trey McIntyre have given me a reason to show up for more than my favorite rock and roll music.

The program was organized into two 50 minute segments separated by an intermission. Liang’s “Dancing in the Street” features David Bowie’s early music “Good Morning Girl” and “I’m Not Losing Sleep” in addition to original music by Gabriel Gaffney Smith commissioned by the Washington Ballet and performed live by violinist Machiko Ozawa and cellist Suzanne Orban. This was an uplifting ensemble piece on all levels from the music to the dancing, to costuming by Erin E. Rollins.

Washington-dc-bowie-queen-6311982-regularThe second half, “Mercury Half-Life” evokes the spirit of Freddie Mercury from the first tap dancing steps on the stage by a male soloist. I was half joking before the show when I said I hope they include “Bicycle Race.” Yet there it was. Less experienced choreographers can go for the literal, but Trey McIntyre went for the rhythmic not only in the instrumental but the vocal. Dancing to the words may not look cool in the club, but it works for ballet. Or perhaps the genius is in the musical abilities of Freddie Mercury and the band Queen in making vocal music both melodic and rhythmic.

Ballet is reaching new audiences thanks to the vision of persons like Septime Webre. He and others are breaking with with the pink tights and toe shoes aesthetic for brown, black, beige, dancers of different hues, trainings, even body mass. Before the performance I talked with the mom of a ballet school student. She voiced her concern about the direction of the Washington Ballet school and company after Septime (who’s stepping down in June after 17 years to focus on choreography).

She told me her daughter wanted to take a break. The mother says she’s trying to assess her daughter’s reason for pressing the pause button. From this mother’s perspective the direction for the new artistic director is signaling a return to classic ballet for the school and company. American Ballet Theatre’s (ABT) Julie Kent will be the new artistic director. In a Washington Post interview, Kent talks about “setting the bar higher” for the company: “There’s no reason why it can’t be the absolute, quintessential chamber ballet company. There are so many artistic institutions in D.C. who reflect the artistic excellence of the city, and I would really like to build the Washington Ballet so that it is respected in that way.”

For some parents and students this can be interpreted as code for a purely European body and artistic aesthetic. The mention of Balanchine can send chills down some dancers’ spines.

Founded by Mary Day 40 years ago when DC was “chocolate city”, Washington Ballet stayed inside its bubble with not as much as a glance at the city’s resident majority. [Black and brown girls went to Jones-Haywood.] That seemed to change after Septime Webre took the helm following a soul-searching trip for him and the company to Cuba in 2000. [Septime is part Cuban.] I got wind of this trip from a filmmaker who documented the experience.

When the company returned and presented some of the footage and stories about their visit to Cuba, one of the highlights Septime shared was an observation that Ballet Nacional de Cuba’s optics reflected a European preference and did not reflect the country’s people, i.e. no Afro-Cuban dancers. After raising my hand, I politely commented, “the same can be said for Washington Ballet.” Either the then new artistic director Septime and the institution had already set the wheels in motion, or a light went on at that moment in the Corcoran School of Art’s auditorium. Washington Ballet wasn’t the same since.

For the sake of students inspired by ABT’s Misty Copeland and the dancers I saw on the stage for Bowie & Queen, I hope Washington Ballet will continue with their “both/and” approach. The dancers are connecting. And based on the nearly sold-out attendance Sunday, so is the audience.

Note: This post has been updated.

Let the Music Speak for Itself

The death of Prince Rogers Nelson (June 7, 1958 – April 21, 2016) aka Prince aka The-Artist-Formerly-Known-As…has for many been a lethal blow in a year of traumatic losses of music icons. And it isn’t even June.

Prior to today, I was gearing myself up to write a post about the numerous music biopics that have flooded the movie theaters this month: Miles Ahead (Miles Davis), Born to Be Blue (Chet Baker), Nina (Nina Simone), I Saw the Light (Hank Williams). It’s rare that a movie about a musician can adequately or truthfully capture the genius, the process, the struggle, inspiration and impact of making good music. People who attempt to tell their stories and put it into a narrative structure look for the dramatic. That’s often the dysfunctional, self-destructive, over-the-top behaviors and personalities. The things and cliches that separate artists from humans or even civilization as we know it.

When Prince took the stage in the late 70s and early 80s, the last years of the industrial mid-west, many at the time thought this was a new freak-of-the-weak act until he pulled out his electric guitar. At that point, we knew this wasn’t an act. Some had to hide his records from the parents, “proper people” wore disguises to the concerts. Some lost the ability to speak during that dispute with the record label compelling Mr. Nelson to risk everything by adopting a symbol that couldn’t be recognized on existing contracts. That’s one for the entertainment law textbooks. When Prince was back, many of his fans had grown up. Even the parents began to dig the dude. Everyone evolved.

Prince took the music biopic into his own hands in 1984 when he produced, and starred in Purple Rain, a semi-auto-biographical concert musical with one of the greatest rock movie soundtracks of all time. The soundtrack won an Academy Award. Prince has always controlled his own narrative. There was no need to do the freaky stuff on stage anymore. The music speaks for itself. That’s all the drama we need.

Prince Super Bowl XLI Halftime show
Prince Super Bowl XLI Halftime show

Framed in Culture – President Obama delivers an historic speech in Havana

Video (no audio) begins at approx. 31:32 with the seating of the distinguished guests including Cuba’s President Raul Castro, and Cuba’s prima ballerina Alicia Alonso. U.S. President Barack Obama’s v/o introduction in English begins at approx. 41:19 (with audio).

Transcript of full speech on TIME magazine website.

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