This article is amazing and showcases exactly why barre is so hard to describe to people. Don’t get me wrong, I’m obsessed with BBF, but it is ridiculous when you stop and think about it…
"First it was up and out, then out and down, every one these movements obnoxiously small (now bend your elbow just one-quarter inch down!), designed by sadists to flay your arm muscles."
"I don’t even remember what we did. I blacked out for this part."
"The class was $35. Thirty-five dollars. That’s completely nuts. You’re telling me, if I’m a woman—in addition to the dresses and shoes and undergarments and makeup products I have to buy to be a quote unquote accepted member of regular society—I also need to pay these kind of bucks to have the kind of body men want?"