"I agonized over whether or not to take Morocco's workshops, and in the end I decided not to. Well, it wasn't exactly a decision per se. In a word, I chickened out. Morocco is the grand dame of American belly dancing, the final authority on all things undulating, and the Commander-in-Chief of the Ethnic Police. As Aunt Rocky, she rules the belly dance listserv with an iron mouse. I have seen list members shredded—shredded, I tell you—by Aunty Rocky's rapier tongue and inexhaustible knowledge of Oriental dance (she detests the B-word) ... Morocco makes my blood run cold with terror. I can't imagine subjecting my stupid hands and sloppy hips to her critique. ... as I only know her as this mythic figure, Aunt Rocky, dancing since the Mesozoic era, keeper of all records danse orientale."
—Anne Thomas Soffee, Snake Hips: Belly Dancing and How I Found True Love. Pp.170, 175.
By the way, Morocco now has a blog. Her one post of length (it is new) is about how militant Islam threatens music and dance in the Middle East. It is actually a pretty good article and commentary.
