Tuesday, March 06, 2007

SRT #33

I was at some bar in Arlington over the weekend for a friend's birthday. So we're all hanging out, blah blah blah, and I wasn't really drinking since I planned on driving back home to Maryland and dropping people off at their respective homes. I note my lack of drinking only because I'm more accepting of dance in general if I'm at least a little drunk. Since I was sober, the amount of hate I generate in this particular area is greater than normal. Also, the more sober I am, the more clearly I remember things that confuse the hell out of me.

So when I got there, rap was ruling the place, which was quite funny because at least 90% of the patrons were white.¹ As the night wore one, the music got whiter and whiter, yet there was no change in the "style" of dance.² They were doing the basic (but off-beat) grind to Akon's I Wanna Fuck You, which is acceptable, but then continued to do that to Journey's Any Way You Want It. It doesn't make any sense. How does one even begin to dance to that song, much less grind to it? It is beyond my understanding.

¹ Now, I could simply comment on the strange seizures called "dancing" by the oppressors, but that's much too easy. That's about as challenging as picking on the retarded kid with no legs.
² I use the word "style" very loosely.

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