Deep down inside every girl, woman, & episode of the Wire there is a little dance-magic just waiting to get out. Someone like myself, say - a lot of dance magic, & a lot of memories in which Bowie is the lead star. When I was five my mother wanted to be him. Actually, she thought she was him so in order to convince my skeptical father she cut all her hair off and invested in some sparkly tights. As a consequence I always felt a little cooler than the other kids. Advice to young mums, go ahead emulate your rock star crush - your kids (unless they're total geeks) will love you for it, even if they're not yet ready to admit it. Denial wears off after awhile.
Back to Bowie. I was am a BIG Labyrinth fan but so far my children are yet to share my enthusiasm. I have assured them we will keep trying as in the past I have observed that for some reason children actually learn through repeationrepition repetition. Part of me worries I got to my oldest son too late but as for the younger one he's on a staple diet of drop-crotch tights. And as I keep telling my partner every guy needs a pair of stretchy pants, if only just to wear them in his mind.