(As a SORT OF follow up to Trixie’s post on her adoring kitty). I would probably be distressed if I had a sweet, scrawny pre-teen daughter dancing her heart out like this, in her best Britney Spears impression. But I would cherish this video forever. I like how she carries on, like a real pro, instead of screaming, “Mooooooommmm!!! Buddy’s messing with the snake again in the middle of my routiiiiiiinnnnee!”
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February 26, 2009 at 4:13 pm
I am so glad yootoob wasn’t around when I was that age so that my many heartfelt and awkward dance routines stay in my and my parents memory only.
February 26, 2009 at 4:34 pm
Agreed. You can tell she thinks the looks amazing though (oh, I remember that feeling). My dad sent me a copy of a “dance routine” I did at age three or so. It consists of nothing but me wearing a tutu over a bathing suit and running back and forth across the room in a dramatic fashion, with an occasional awkward leap. It goes on for over four minutes and is scored by Beethoven.
This essential trend carried on for the next eight years and never got much more sophisticated.
February 26, 2009 at 5:08 pm
AMEN. I think there’s a VHS copy of me doing something like this floating around out there somewhere, only with a trampoline and orange bathing suit instead of snake and humping dog. I was ten or eleven.
February 26, 2009 at 8:06 pm
You see? This is what happens when you start letting the gays get married. Dogs start fucking snakes. This is the beginning of the end of our entire culture and the Constitution as we know it. Happy now?