Dance, Ant-Man!

Dance, Ant-Man!

So, there’s this thing that I love, and I just realized, literally in this exact moment, that I do not know quite how to describe my love for it. To begin, do we all know who Paul Rudd is? If you don’t, I don’t really know what to tell you. If you do, then the thing I love will probably be understood, but this does not necessarily mean that you will agree. Every time I see Paul Rudd dance, I smile. I laugh. I absolutely love the sight of it. But, I don’t know what it is exactly about the way that he dances that I love so much. And yes, I do realize that I’ve used the word love, and it’s a strong word, and it’s appropriate.

I suppose that the weird thing is that I want to know—so badly—what it is about Paul Rudd’s dancing that I enjoy so so much. I’m not even sure I can describe it, and so, this is why you’re reading this here THING right now. I thought that I would sit and use these 500 words to try to describe Paul Rudd’s dancing, and perhaps, just maybe, I will be able to discern what it is about Paul Rudd when he dances that I love so much.

Firstoff, there’s a proportional relationship to Paul Rudd’s overall frame that makes him particularly capable of shakin’ that bootay. The longness of his torso makes him particularly adept at isolating his hips and pelvis, which essentially allows him easy movement throughout that all-important region—the place where torso becomes leg. I find that this “seam,” as it were, contributes heavily toward one’s ability to dance well/badly. If a person’s a bit uptight through there, it’s basically impossible to coordinate the movement of your torso with the necessary stepping of one’s feet. The longer the torso, the more lower-back freedom to swing and gyrate. So, right off the bat, Rudd’s torso already makes dancing well a physical possibility.

Furthermore, one’s torso cannot be too long so as to ruin the proportional relationship that makes someone attractive. Of course, this is all my subjective opinion. All legs and no torso, a bit stiff; all torso and no legs, a bit truncated. I absolutely do not mean to put a stamp of betterness on any of these proportional relationships, I am merely stating my preference, and to me, Rudd’s torso length tiptoes the line on being almost too long in relation to his leg length, and so, he looks quite silly when he dances. But that silliness is supported by a frame that actually knows how to move itself in a fluid, spunky way.

Amazingly enough, I’ve just about reached 500 words with this nonsense, and I never actually described Rudd’s dancing. So, just imagine a late-thirty-something white guy who kind of old-timey swings his arms back and forth in front of him as he steps to the rhythm with an exaggerated butt-hip, back-half circle. He also has a big head for his shoulders, but again, this is not a bad thing. None of this is bad. These are all the unique—and perhaps even considered odd—things about Paul Rudd that make him dance in a way that only he can. And I enjoy it. Every single time I get the chance to see it.


via WRTGPRAC’s 3-Day Prompt DWP No. 053