… I want to get off.
Yep. Whatever. Call me when you can pirouette your way to safety around an Ebola outbreak or conjure up some much needed water in the Sudanese desert using just your cha-cha skills.
And who would ever want to explore Mars when there was an opportunity to wow the audience with some exciting team ballroom work?
I actually have nothing against dancers, but “future-proofing our children” by teaching the Merengue instead of Microbiology?
No. Just no.