Thursday, July 26, 2007
You Think You Can Dance, Nu?
Hey, thanks for visiting. I know you’ve got some important television to watch; hell, we all do. It’s summertime, which used to mean The Don Knotts Variety Hour, but now it’s time for more reality on the small screen than I can fit into my whole pathetic life. Which reminds me: I’m leaving town for three days or so tomorrow, to visit those who mean most to me in LA; I’ll be back early next week. But also, and additionally: furthermore! I just watched another 2.5 tivo hours (about 1 hour of regular human time) of a show I never wanted to watch, and now I am prohibited ever from missing - “So You Think You Can Dance.” It’s dorky and nerdish, and feeds on my old theater camp proclivities (I was the one whose dance solos invariably evoked howls of sympathetic but unfettered laughter). So I know I can’t dance. However, I can make fun of those who do, and even more skillfully, I can make fun of the title of the show on which they do so. And since I’ll be brunching on sunday with one who not only can dance, but was actually voted as the sexiest guy on broadway a few years ago (would that I were joking), as the final installment in my listy goodness series, I choose to hone my facetiousness to the maximum with the following -
ALTERNATE TITLES FOR THE TELEVISION PROGRAM, “SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE”!
Don’t Even Call that Dancing. Just, Don’t.
What’s With the Dancing, and You Thinking You Can Do It?
Dancing May Not Be Your Strong Suit - Or Is It?
Oh How Wonderful You Must Be, Mr Fancy Dancy Pants
So Make With The Dancing Already
Dancing? You? For Reals?
It’s Not That I Don’t Think You Can Dance But, Come On, I Mean, Just Look At You, for God’s Sake.
Well that should be enough of that. I’ll be back soon enough with a series of essays on endings. Oh don’t get maudlin. It’s too early.
