My sister took ballet early in her primary education at Aragona Village at Virginia Beach. I would be in my jeans and such she would be in her leotard and thus we went our separate ways during that time frame. She stopped this practice rather early on as well but always had an eye for clothing and I dare say she picked out some of the better garments in my wardrobe.
The elegance and theatrics of ballet have never been lost on me. I have viewed a few programs from afar in the audience but never had the inkling to pursue any form of dance as a serious avocation. I don't know ... I think it was some male thing I had churning in my brain.
Nonetheless there is a place for such art in the world even if I don't participate.
Today is Ballet Day. It is marked each year on February 7 and is a celebration of the dance form and is pursued with a passion by many I have known and some I have loved.
Artistic expression takes many forms. Some of us sketch. Others of us write. Some of us paint and carve. Still others of us give the classical pursuit of ballet their attentions and in the activities of someone who really is in to it the costumes and dance moves are quite something to behold.
The taut limberness it imparts to the body can be a further benefit as long as it is not overdone to the point of injury and I dare say some of the adherents are so pursuant of dance that they do indeed suffer such happenings to their feet and toes in particular.
Yeah, I'll never want to do it but by all means if you're a man and have that impetus for classical dance you should pursue it to your satisfaction. I poke fun at a lot of past times periodically. Dance has never been one of those, however.