The Fifth Screw: Screw the Dancing in the Street Taboo
Lately, when I walk down the street, listening to my iPod, I pretend I am in a 90s music video and lip-synch the words intensely. Gesturing and gyrating down the block with finger points and head bobs and umbrella baton-twirls, for if I just so happen to be carrying an umbrella with me. My father tells me to sing loudly to keep creepy skeeze away. So I have been spicing up my routine by singing out loud. Envision something like this: Or possibly this: Or even this: So screw that stupid taboo of singing and dancing in the streets! Especially while listening to your iPod with your favorite walking songs bursting through your ears. It should be okay to dance at inappropriate times, in inappropriate places, like in the middle of your daily commute to the city, or in the middle of somebody's face. For the record, the only time I have ever gotten away with singing in the streets was at night, actually 7 in the am, or walking with a good friend. (That last line