My wife took up line dancing for about a year, as a form of exercise. She got into it big time - I would catch her in the kitchen sometimes, thumbs through the beltloops, prancing around, then looking all embarassed when she realised I was watching. After a year she dropped it though - she said it was full of geriatrics wheezing, and couldn't get a good enough rhythm going. So she's back to walking the dog.

I don't see it as a dance, but just as an aerobic exercise. All the prqncing reminds me of grownups pretending they are Lipizzaner horses. And the Lipizzaners are a lot more graceful. And they don't know any better.