At the camp, Kami did a belly dancing class for all of us.
I happen to be one of those folks who likes watching dancing, and likes to dance. My great aunt Bonnie was a pre Radio City Hall Rockette. (I'm supposed to be getting her professional picture with the classic high kick from dad so I can scan it before it is lost.) My sister and her gang ruled the VA Beach area during the disco era, getting free admission wherever she and her friends went. Why? Because other customers followed.

So you might say it's in the genes, or jeans, or... What-ever!
Back to Kami... If she lived in Richmond rather than out near Portland, I'd have her as part of my class in a New York second. It takes someone like her (or Dana with her own Sanchin way) to snap the rod out of the Uechi robot and turn Sanchin into a fighting stance. In my humble opinion of course... And yea, it felt great.
Now if I can only keep Vicki from laughing in class whenever I move my hips like that...
As for mothers vs. daughters, well this is a no-brainer. Last time I checked, there were statutory rape laws on the books, and being a mom means... Well... You know what I mean.
There's a time to be a girl, a time to move like a serpent, and a time to celebrate your sexuality. I have no issues with any of these scenarios.
- Bill