The Harlem Shake: a 1981 cultural show case or a 2013 disaster on the dance floor?
The only thing I’m Sure Al B. is shaking is…his head.
This train wreck of a dance show is making its way around the world on anything, everything, anywhere, and every where. If you’re on a bus, the subway…or on a flight bound for San Diego…and you see a dancing banana, beware…turbulence is about to hit. And it’s not the result of an air pocket…it is the result of air heads. Yes, air heads. What has become of this dance is ridiculous, sad, and a mess. I don’t get it. I don’t like it. I love dance, I love to move to the music…but this is neither. Is it hurting anyone? Is it a safety concern? I may not like it…but I’m not going to arrest, fire, or discipline people for doing it. I’m just not going to watch. I have control over my play/pause button. But that’s not going to stop the madness…
…it has gone underground. Miners stop drilling holes into the Earth to do the Harlem Shake…and then get shafted. Sure…they can break apart the core of our planet, the only one we have to live on…but heaven forbid they would dance at the same time. Cause that would be dangerous. So what happened to the Aussies? They got fired for shaking rather than drilling. Oh come on…they had their helmets on…don’t be such a stick in the mud!
I did find one place safe from this hideous act of horizontal/vertical displacement of body parts…Harlem. They know the Shake, they respect the Shake, they dance the Shake. Everything else is just another YouTube million-click wannabe. —Jude