Off the Slot — When Too Much is Too Much in West Coast Swing


Listen. I am not naive. I am not a prohibitionist… I simply am a girl in the wonderful west coast swing community asking one simple favor. DO NOT GET CREEPO DRUNK. 

My friends and I went out on a dance excursion last weekend, and I had a distinct moment when my leader “went way off the slot.” 

My jam song “California Love” came on, and I got super excited. Most of the leaders left the room, except for the men already dancing and then 2 leaders sitting out. The one guy who was blasted, smashed, wasted out of his mind starts schlumping his way up to me. We proceeded to dance. I tried to be a cooperative dancer. Smiling, laughing, then… it went too far. He placed my no-no square right next to his and started grinding on me and dipping me as if I was a  stripper pole. NO. I could smell the reek of alcohol from his breath, and the whole time we were no more than 2 inches away from each other. There was no clear WCS patterns anymore. The dance turned into a bump and grind fest which I was not a happy participant.

“When your west coast turns into kizomba, you know you’re too drunk.” – My friend, Deeana

I am not ignorant. Westies love their booze. Hell, I got drunk at a westie event and embarrassed myself in front of my favorite pro. I do not have room to judge. Just do not get creepo drunk. 

This goes for ladies as well. I saw plenty of ladies before being rude, snarky, stealing leaders and flailing themselves in front of the pros as if they saw Cyrus or Bieber. 

I am not suggesting we ban alcohol at events… Good Lord no. You would not have an event/pro staff. 😉

Keep in mind we have an entire division in this realm devoted to juniors (people 13-17). They show up to these events and look up to the dancers they hope to be someday. What kind of dance organization are we if we show the future generation of swing we are ok with being sloppy, crude, and some cases… predator-like. 

I attend these westie events, because I enjoy the dancing and the people. If I wanted to be treated like a stripper pole being dry humped on all night I would go to the bar/club. I know, I know… comes with the territory. 

How about we make a pledge? I, (insert name here), promise not to get creepo drunk when I go social dancing from here on out. I will promise to always be respectful of my partner, and even if I get drunk… I will not sexually objectify or violate the said partner in any way shape or form. 

Bitch rant done. Westie out. 

Steph

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