I understand your concerns. I know my parents had similar thoughts about money when I chose an arts career, but I never had to worry about the other risks I’ve seen dancers face.

Midweek Madness!!! So glad to have this back.

Well, dance is a small world and people tend to gravitate to those similar to them. I am quite good friends with people who work in my industry at companies that are perceived to be “rivals” for similar reasons to ABT and NYCB.

Sorry, dear, but dance is a tough life, especially for the ladies. Consider the eating disorders: the diet to sustain an incredibly gruelling physical activity where the ideal Balanchine silhouette is nearly skeletal oft goes awry. Or the damage they do to their feet with toe shoes - blerg. The instructors, training…

Honey, I hear you. I basically assumed I was going to be a spinster with my bff because I’m a size 22 at 5'6". Then a guy flirted with me in an art gallery and five years later we’re married.

I’mglad to hear you’ve found a path that is what you need, and what you want for your life. Be well, be happy! Many hugs to you.

This shooting encapsulates the toxic narrative of supremacy built into the heart of North America: when you’re a straight, able-bodied white boy with some money, you get what you want. Doesn’t matter who you hurt, doesn’t matter what it costs other people, you get it because you’re you. And if you don’t get it? RAGE.…

I took a similar path of going back to school and starting out again. I burst out of school knowing everything and quickly realized I only knew a bit. But I learned, and advanced. Still, every time I jump up a level, I feel like I’m tap dancing on the edge.

Oh, honey, this is a whirlwind of choices. The timing is a big deal, so my advice is to use it to give you an order of priorities: your body, your needs, then your husband.

Yeah, I’m also in Canada and they’re around here - yet no Southern drawls to be heard.

At that time, I lived in a very French part of Quebec where the local multiplex only played one English film at a time. For more than six months, that was Titanic (there were only so many Anglos). In French, it played for nearly a year.

I have sympathy for you. When I went back to head school - business - I’d been out in the work world since my classmates were in high school. Their attitude to education (passive) and their understanding of the real world (vague) was a hurdle. I eventually found some buddies who were older and/or international…

You’re already doing it. You’ve taken major steps and that sets you up for taking on the next few days, then weeks, and so on.

I’ve travelled with cats through Quebec, and I know there’s an entire chain of pet friendly hotels. That was great.

I feel a lot of empathy for you. This time two years ago, my then boyfriend/now husband was unemployed while I worked a couple jobs to keep us fed and housed. I felt like he was not taking my concerns and stress seriously and we fought, or rather I freaked out and he stared.

Chiming in to third you getting your lungs checked. There’s versions of asthma where you hardly wheeze that flumox doctors but are real (raises hand, hardly wheezing) and can wear you down horribly.

Fantastic kitty pic there! I love when their eyes go big and crazed.

I am so sorry that you were attacked and hurt in such an awful way, and it is wonderful that you are making time to heal.

Let the cats into every cupboard, closet, and cranny to lay down cat stink. It warns off the mice, plus the cats might snack on them.

Nothing worse? Bullshit. Not only is there a whole spectrum of worse, plenty of white people are proud of their racism, like this specimen from my side of the 49th parallel: