I’m SO glad I’m not eternally glued to YouTube (or wherever pit of people with too much time on their hands hang out) and I really don’t care where this latest “Hey, everybody lookit me make a fool of myself!” craze came from. Harlem Shake? I got a Harlem Shake right here for you… OK, call me cranky (and I’m pleased to meet you), but I actually used to LIVE in Harlem and the only folks I saw shakin’ were the crack addicts and winos when I was on the way to the subway and back from work every day. Yeah, I said it! And it’s actually true. Well, that was the 1990’s for ya, kids… the stories I could tell! Get the heck off the table (you dancing fool) and into your jammies and I’ll put you to sleep with a short one… Anyway, I actually did live in a pretty crappy area that’s now quite nice (after a lot of renovation, relocation and gentrification). It was pretty dangerous at times (one roommate came home to a failed burglary in progress and tossed the would-be thief out a window into a pile of trash bags), but on occasion we had some cool stuff happen. Part of the so-so 1991 Michael Keaton flick One Good Cop was shot across the street from the building I lived in (the drug den with the rats and guy getting hit by a truck scene) and when Nelson Mandela did his New York visit, his rocket-powered motorcade (seriously, it was like a freakin’ road race) zipped past a few blocks away (which kind of pissed of some of the people who lined up for hours expecting a slow crawl and maybe a stop or two along the route. Stuff like that. Anyway, I guess this fad will run its course eventually (please?), but until then, Shake it around me at your peril. I got a paper bag full of banana peels in the freezer ready to go in a heartbeat.
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