You might know those terms in the title to refer to double-dutch moves, especially if you’re from New York ( and only if you’re real!). I wonder what kinds of tricks they pulled in the ropes in Chicago back in the day? Let’s ask Michelle Obama, shall we?
I find this terribly awesome and so very very Black. Pay no mind to what you see in those double-dutch competitions full of skinny lil boys and red-haired girls in French braids with matching t-shirts who call it ‘skipping rope’. I love D-D and it has always been a very Black, urban, around the way experience for me. I still remember the day I learned how to jump and the songs/chants we used to sing. I’m the chick who carried a rope in the trunk of her car up until last year just in case somebody wanted to get a quick jump in.
So yeah, I’m enjoying this way more than I think I should.
Bonus:
bourgie, interrupted 
When my sister and I were younger our rope kept getting stolen (someone [read: me] might have kept leaving it outside) and mom stopped buying them so there was a time when we used broken electric wires. LOVE Double-Dutch!