Pole dancing gets a bad rap. In fact, most folks think its practice is limited to desperate strippers in badly lit clubs.
But, you know what? It’s not.
Lots of women are doing it. For fun, for fitness, for the delicious feeling of power it gives them.
Women like my friend Elona.
She’s an optician by day. A happily married mother of two spoiled felines. A tax-paying homeowner who rarely drinks, and almost never frequents seedy bars. Her life is about as far from that of the stereotypical stripper as you can get.
She, quite simply, loves to dance. And, to her, pole dancing is just another way to do it.
I’ll admit, I raised my eyebrow at her when she first told me she was going to take a pole dancing class. It just seemed…weird. Sure, I’d heard that it was the cool new thing to do. But this was Detroit. And Detroit? Is not exactly a hotbed of coolness.
But take it she did. And soon, she was talking about opening her own studio.
And my skeptical eyebrow nearly flew off my face.
Fast forward to 2009. Elona’s got a business plan, a lawyer and an insurance agent. She’s also got her very own studio with beautiful wood floors, floor to ceiling mirrors and a ballet barre. You could mistake it for a regular old dance school…until you turn and see the six poles suspended from the ceiling.
She’s the chief Wonder Woman of Wonder Women Pole Studio.
In her off hours, you can find her teaching people to do things like this:
And even this:
She’s making her dreams come true. Teaching women to fly. And getting pretty damn buff in the process. She rocks. And so do all the women who pole dance with her.
I dare you to tell her that pole dancing’s for whores. I double dog dare you. Just make sure I’m not standing next to you when you do, because she’s going to kick your ass.
And I will cheer her on.