While it is still very much the preserve of little girls, ballet is for the boys too

As we walked into the studio, I held Fionn’s hand tightly. It had all been my idea. I had seen him jump off the couch in a twirling spiral and land on the floor like a Romanian gymnast. I saw his name in lights. Dance classes, I thought.
As we approached the assembled masses of (mainly) mothers and their daughters it became apparent he was the only boy.