Sunday, October 03, 2004

on dancing.

Trying to get certain white guys to dance better reminds me of trying to pose a Barbie doll. One of the old ones, with the joints that were just slightly flexible. You'd bend the knees a little bit, but then they'd just spring back. Eventually, if you kept it up, you'd end up bashing the doll repeatedly on the floor in frustration.
This is considerably harder to do with a white guy.
I don't get why, for the majority of the time, it's the girls who are expected to do all the work in dancing. All the guy thinks he has to do is stand there, bob a little bit and be entertained by our writhings. It feels like a throwback to the days of harems: "Dance for me, slave, while I pull up my pants, do the Rockaway, and lean back, lean back, lean back."
I strongly advise any males who are reading this to learn how to dance, or at least figure out how to bob in time with the music. Not only will it improve your self-confidence and burn calories, it'll land you innumerable girls fed up with guys who think "the robot" is an acceptable dance to do to "Get Low."

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