Back in my improv days, we learned that agreement was the name of the game. Audiences don’t want to sit and watch people disagree, right?
Then why do I enjoy Dance Moms so much?
I could pretend it’s the dance numbers. Or the rehearsal process. But let’s be honest —
It’s the conflict.
Abby, the dance teacher, yelling at the kids. The moms yelling at Abby. The entire group yelling at moms and dancers from other troupes. They are whackadoodle, and I love every minute of it.
I’m not sure what that says about me. Perhaps my life is just so calm and centered that I am looking for vicarious insanity?