My sister is getting married. She and I talk music for the wedding reception. "Sure," she'll say, "but can you dance to that?" "I can, yes." Many tracks which strike me as good apparently are not (e.g., “How do you dance to Kate Bush without looking like an inflatable dancing tube man?” “Isn’t that song about homicide?”) We ask the Internet. It suggests the usual stuff. I’m hesitant, but, oh, I suppose we must, or, well, actually, here – if we must indeed, then let this drag queen, DiDa Ritz, dance to it first. Maybe we'll remember why we should dance to it by watching the drag queen DiDa Ritz dance to it first. I want my grudging though irrefutable understanding of this song personified as a man wearing high heels who kicks and widens his eyes and points. I might forget the eHarmony commercials then.
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