I was born into the wrong era. At least four times. I want to be a woman of power. I want my man to be a man of power. Edwardian, The Roaring Twenties, The Forties (The Greatest Genereration), The Eighties. Not so much lyrical this time as… the dancing. My ballerina’s soul will always move these bones into whatever configuration the music demands. i would sell my soul to have danced with Michael J. Crush in the 3rd degree since I first heard “Thriller”. So. When did men stop wearing suits and fedoras?