Question for my Feminist (and -ism) Friends

The other night, I went to see a few friends give a belly-dancing performance. At the request of one of them, I captured their performance on video via my family's digital camera. The video's still on the camera for playback. About half an hour ago, my mother took the camera in a desire to photograph Dinah the dog wearing a sweater intended for a human baby. I mentioned the video to her. She scrolled to it. Almost immediately, she said something along the lines of the following:

"Well, she's a bit big to be doing belly-dancing, isn't she?"

That's my mother.

So I'm curious now about my network of cyber-friends who might well be full-out infuriated by that sentiment. What are/were your parents like? Did they bring you up as you are, or did you evolve independently from roots in — words elude me here — dubious mindsets, as I seem to have done?

Now What, Again

This isn't how it was supposed to go.

I came here with the intent to job-hunt after my brief stint as extra help for Valentine's Day for an inconspicuous chain business near Vanderbilt. After basically wrecking my fingers and back at that four-day job with one day carrying nineteen hours, I was able to squeeze in maybe three days of hunting between healing from that and contracting a horrendous head virus or two. I've heard from nobody to whom I've applied. I just made official my flight booking back to Ill-ennui three mornings from now. I'm heading back to the same old rut from which I came, and I have a head full of snot to show for it (though not quite as full as it was, thankfully). I haven't gotten to play any shows or see any of my friends here beyond my cousin's baby shower, the day before the Valentine's week stint. If nothing else, I've gotten to stay with my cousin, her husband, and two wonderful feline friends. And I've caught a taunting glimpse of what the real world is like.

I don't want to go to the flatlands. I left them for a reason. Nevertheless, my father's birthday is in just under a couple weeks, and I'm wanted there for that. Plus, my cousin and her husband here need time without me, with a baby on the way, people coming from all over to see the baby, and all kinds of things. This is a small house, and I'm not much good with babies. So, once again....I'm back in the puddle.

...if you can have a puddle in a land without valleys.

How long will I have to stay there? How much time does my cousin need? Is there any place that I can go? There must be someone 'round here who knows....