You already know I like puns. . . bad ones. So, please try to refrain from eye-rolling over the title of this post as I introduce you to the one, the only,
That’s right, ladies and gents. She was known as Bee, even though her name was actually Beatrice (a name which grows on me more by the day, weirdly enough…)
Have you ever heard of her?
Because apparently, (unbeknownst to me until recently) she was known as the “Shimmy Queen” of the 1920s!
Since this title is taken, I believe I will have to strive to attain an equally quirkily-titled reputation of my own with regards to dancing. . . and I will alliterate, just to up the ante a little.
The Chancellor of Cha-Cha?
The Senator of Swing?
The Cucaracha Cutie?
Note to self: I should probably become a better dancer before deciding on any, or all, of these titles.
Regardless, people like Bee make me wonder, whether it for a Shimmee-like dance move or in some less graceful area, what title might we be remembered by nearly a century from now? It makes good food for thought.