Does anyone know if the Boston Ballet school is holding a ballerina camp?

All around Back Bay this week I've seen young lasses in either leggings or ripped denim skirts with footless tights, hair lacquered within an inch of their lives and coiled into a bun so tight it gives them an instant face lift, and an attitude I can only describe as snooty/blasé with a pinch of Mary Kay saleswoman.

One certain group of said ballerinas nearly ran me over when I was a silly millimeter away from the Starbucks on Stuart and Dartmouth. Never get in between an apprentice ballerina and her caffeinated elixir.

Another gaggle of gals were moving as quick as lightning at Back Bay, and looked at me as if I were a zoo animal before hustling away and giggling.