What stupid comments. Why is everything Irish put under a frickin microscope. Why don’t you ask “why do ballet dancers have to walk on their toes?!” Coz it’s a style, you uncultivated spastics.
As for the Irish culture being banned by the English that is true, but the story of that being why they keep their hands by their sides is an urban myth. It’s more likely because the tap version was originally done on a door and thus people stood closely side by side, but even that explanation isn’t verified. Like anything else, it’s evolved, but it’s called a “traditional” dance because it’s old – very old – like, older than your whole fucking nation America. Sorry if your idea of culture is some naked chick shaking her ass against a black guy with a silver cane and gold teeth.
Omg, this blog is funny!! Irish dancing is such a freak show- those stuuupid, curly wigs and stiff dresses. And ugly as all hell to watch, stiff bodies and kicks and omg it’s sooo boring, the same people (they are the same aren’t they? Or are they actually robots in different coloured dresses?) doing the same thing over and again! How to ruin Irish music! I teach dance and one of the girls is an Irish ‘dancer’. She’s absolutely useless at dancing, can’t stretch, won’t try anything new, no poetry in movement expression at all. Then she shows me something ‘new’ she learnt in her Irish class and I’m like “oh, that’s great”, thinking at the same time, ‘liar, liar, looks the same as every other uncoordinated kick you’ve shown me, why do you bother?!’ Ha ha, keep it up ‘You Just Made My List’!
Just wanted to add my belated support. I’m a proud Irishman but am ashamed that we are represented by the ugliest ‘dance’ on the face of the planet. Irish dancing is aesthetically horrific in every way, from the truly hideous costumes, the monstrous hair/wigs, the jaffa orange tans and the atrociously competitive parents pressing their poor offspring into a world of ugliness. And let’s not forget the worst thing of all: the dancing itself. Like half-paralysed St Vitus’ dance sufferers high on speed it bewilders me that people view this corrupion of humanity as pleasing. Look at the grace and beauty of movement in ballet, its celebration of the wonder that is human body, then look at the jittery, arachnoid, epileptic contortions of Irish dancers and despair that as a nation we could conceive of anything so beyond the risible.