When I was a little girl, I wanted nothing more than to grow up to be a hula dancer. The grass skirts, the flowered necklaces, the hypnotically gyrating stomachs... what kid could resist? My mom even enrolled me in dance classes so that I could learn the moves. I soon discovered two main problems with my hula dreams: 1) I have a shocking and embarrassing lack of rhythm (think Elaine Benes dancing, then go lower), and 2) my frighteningly pale complexion makes a grass skirt and bikini top look a little morbid.

So hooray for the hula chair, which facilitates flawless hula-ing... and you don't even have to leave your seat:

[$250, SkyMall]

There is suprisingly little information about this product, other than its name and that it's marketed as an exercise machine. Speak to me, hula chair! Wherefore lie your magical hula secrets?

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