Four weeks from ChaCha Humiliation. Six lessons, one hot song, a third of our number choreographed and I still feel like the world’s biggest goofball. My body has a mind of it’s own, and apparently it has a very low IQ. I hear Michael say “now rotate that right foot forward and turn your ribcage left” and what...

I’ve been told I have control issues. They always say it like it’s a bad thing, but I know from personal experience that you can make being a control freak work for you a lot of the time. For example, it takes a bona fide CF like me, who refuses to do drugs in the U.S. because a) it’s illegal and b) I hate the idea of supporting a supply chain that somewhere upstream undoubtedly includes pimps and killers, to insist on going all the way to Amsterdam...