Okay, I bitch a lot about how we only got 13 episodes of Firefly. That’s what geeks are supposed to do. The real crime, though? Only 26 episodes of Shimmy.
I was a faithful watcher back when it was on Discovery Health or whatever. Back before there was “Wobble Baby,” this ensemble cast of international talent unseen since the original Star Trek, showed us that, yes, even you can belly dance. It may look a little different, and you’re not standing on top of an oil rig in the desert …or among some sort of biodome in the arctic …or in a dayglow dungeon full of steam pipes, but nonetheless you can belly dance.
In an age when I can view and download just about any sex act imaginable on various web sites, I still find myself entranced and glued to this show for 30 minutes straight. Maybe it’s the music, maybe it’s Adalat’s approachable smile or Karen’s mastery of the “Snake Arm,” but I just can’t stop enjoying the hypnotic music and low-intensity, calorie-burning workout. There needs to be a next generation for this.
