Is this kosher?

If I think dancing is right, then it's right. If I think it's wrong, then I should do something about it. I don't think I'm doing anything wrong. I am working under the premise that there is just one halachah and that it is engraved on stone. Susan Foster may agree with this stony interpretation, but it doesn't mean her opinion proves there is in fact just one halachah. A religious and a secular source agree on one point. So what? It's like the rebbe's letter quoted in Mind Over Matter about not needing to learn science. It was something said by one person to another, not by one person to many people. You might find it useful, but it wasn't necessarily addressed to you.

Rabbis, ravs and rebbes are supposed to give halachahic rulings to individuals who find themselves in seemingly paradoxical situations. Based on their particular situation and the particulars of the oral and written Torah, this ruling is completely kosher, so to speak. For someone else, it may be completely treifa. Good advice is good advice, but that doesn't mean you should heed the words of every wise person you meet. They may all be correct but you will inevitably be left in paradoxical situations. Oy vey bala gan.

If someone wants to cover her hair when she leaves class, ok, that's how she wants to express herself as a complex and thoughtful Jewish woman. She understands that dance space is an intimate space, but when she walks outside she wants people to know she's off limits. Onstage, it's all about costumes. Wearing vulnerability like clothes. In a sense, she is as guarded onstage and in the studio as she is outside. Its all about context again. Perhaps.

I like to say that in general I'm not confused when I enter dance space. Even dressed tsniusly, it's still confusing out in supposedly controlled religious environments (I was attracted to someone for about an hour and while I think it was mutual, it ended as soon as we started talking about educational bureaucracies). It would be nice to be able to have intellectual conversations with people without getting asked out afterwards (the scholar from the bookshop really cracked the experience for me when he offered to take me out for a beer in Yerushalayim. Seriously? I'm impressionable but not blind). Dressing like a dump doesn't serve the idea of tsnius very well, and even when I do it doesn't seem to make much of a difference (I looked and smelled a bit funky by the time I got to the bookshop). What a fine line it is between beauty and mystery.