ballet class and the donning of pink tights

norwegian national opera and ballet, oslo by snøhetta 

This week I started taking a ballet class. I know, I haven't taken a ballet class in over twenty years. But before you question my logic, I will share with you my reasoning: I eventually want to write a ballet, and I thought that taking a ballet class would be a good first step.

I had this same logic a few years ago when I wanted to write an opera, and so I registered to sing in the opera chorus while I was at USC. Granted, the result of my singing in "Dialogues of the Carmelites" was not ideal: my friends pointed and yelled "Nun killer!" at me for weeks. You would think I'd learn from past mistakes, but I have not. I'm a bit dense if you haven't noticed.

To participate in this ballet class, my wardrobe needed adjusting. I merely cannot walk in with a tank top, leggings, and ballet shoes. No, I must adhere to the CCM dancer's dress code of a black leotard, pink ballet shoes, and pink tights.

Yes, pink tights. Did you know Walmart does…