Just before everyone pisses off on their lascivious way for Easter shennanigans, I would like to ask you: what is dancing?
Having been observing in clubs over the past while, I have no doubt that the majority of you have two left feet.
This "dancing" you do is pathetic, and often consists of little more than jumping up and down, sometimes bedaubed with glo-paint and waving glo-sticks in the ultraviolet light of a seedy little sweatbox.
There is a lot to be said for real dancing - you know the kind: where you had to learn the steps. Yeah - steps. Proper, co-ordinated, choreographed movements laid down by someone with some imagination.
I humbly suggest that someone out there makes an effort, and begins a campaign to bring back real dancing. Or at the very least, a set of acceptable moves that can be strung together in a manner that suggests sentient thought on ...
I don't like you ... get over it.
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