I don’t care how heterosexual you say you are (ladies) or how skinny you like your women (guys). If you can not lose your heart to a (age appropriate, of course) hula dancer just a little bit, well, you are kind of dead inside. You might want to just stop living.

There’s a nice movie that plays on PBS from time to time about the history of hula, and there’s a decent write up in the movie synopsis here.

And for the love of god, if you’ve never seen real hula, it’s time. The first time I watched the genuine article, in a high school gym under terrible lighting, I was ready to jump the fence and start pitching for the girls team. The repressed puritanical missionaries to the islands must have thought they were going to explode into a million pieces at the sight of those swaying hips. And in case you think it’s just a girl’s game, you aint’ seen nothin’ til you’ve seen the kanes (guys) in grass skirts showing you their moves.

Oh, I’ve said too much. A few more pics here.

[tags]hula, Hawaiian culture[/tags]