Bull shit artist, do you ever name call yourself? I do, and I know it came from childhood, without using the term bull shit artist. My teachers (of everything; dance, school, hebrew school, extra curricular activities etc.) watched me get through all the things I was expected to do. They said I was lazy and they said I gave little effort and I just don’t apply myself. What they didn’t do was look at what I was really saying, I’m BORED! It would have been unheard of if they actually reflected on what they were accusing, and shaming me of. I see my young self, the ehem bull shit artist being quite resourceful. Always managing to get shit done. Always finding ways to get answers, to complete projects, and deal with the pressures of being a “gifted kid.”
Most recently I was talking to someone about being a bull shit artist, and out of my mouth popped out “well at least I was an artist, I AM AN ARTIST!” Declaring myself an artist was not new, but rejoicing in the bull shit artist was fun! And I found a way to get a kick out of myself and not take myself so seriously.
I could write about this a million times, it’s always changing shape, because my relationship to it, is constantly evolving.
NOT TAKING MYSELF SO SERIOUSLY is a major key of growth in life. And it actually is a perfect fit for burlesque.
Why? How does burlesque help therapeutically? One major benefit, that seems like it could be a joke, but is rather profound: burlesque gets you to have not take yourself so seriously.
Burlesque of the 17th century, derived from the Italian word ‘burlesco’, from ‘burla’ meaning a joke or mockery. It was used to describe this type of theater during the Victorian era.
Burlesque is a feminine way to play. It’s perfect. You get seen, you get to adorn, you get to create, you have Sisters to cheer you on, you learn how to connect to the nurturing part of you. Boom, that’s it.
Show up to class, you’ll get a kick out of yourself.