A startling revelation

This is something that I never thought would happen in my lifetime: I felt comfortable enough at a pseudo-club-type social situation that I actually danced. And enjoyed myself.

Let me explain: At St. Catherine's there are these things called Entzes. Why they're called this I have no idea. But they're essentially these giant parties that the college throws for all the students about four times a term. There's a bar, a few swriling colored lights, a decent sound system and a laptop with an extensive music collection. I was drunk at this thing, admittedly, but that usually doesn't stop me from being uncomfortable in my body.

A few things that might have made this situation more comforting than most: people around me dancing like assholes. This usually happens, but usually it's a lot of women pulling out the sexy hip-giration thing, which I've never known how to deal with. Here, at this party, there was none of that, or at least not among my friends. People were just being ridiculous, and being totally okay with it. No pretensions to sexyness or anything: just people acting like morons and knowing it. Another thing: people just as cynical as myself dancing and still enjoying it. At Skidmore, the people who dance are usually really into dancing, or at the very least don't have that rock-hard ice-layer of cynicism and self-deprecation that I do. I think I realized that I might as well dance when Seth, a kid who's even more acerbic than me, started doing it anyway. This made me feel a little bit better about myself. Finally: Rock music. People in England dance to Rock music. This was something I've never been exposed to. In every dance party type situation the music involved has been almost exclusively hip-hop. I'm sorry, but I like Rock music better. America, we can learn a thing or two from this. Obviously Speed Metal isn't going to get people moving (at least not in any pleasant kind of way), but there are plenty of rock songs that people can dance to: Franz Ferdinand, The Strokes, The Killers, to name the more popular examples. Maybe some of the more jangly Rolling Stones songs (like Street Fighting Man). They even played an old Beatles song (I think it was "I feel fine") and I loved it. It's less overtly "Somebody's getting fucked tonight, and it will probably be by me!" and more "I'm just gonna mess around with people I enjoy and get a good night's sleep alone in my bed later." I like that kind of atomsphere.

So, please, stop playing that Chamillionaire song for the umpteenth time. It makes you think you're sexy, and you're really not. You're in a crowded room that smells like stale beer and old socks. Hey you, fella! Stop knocking your cock up against that woman. You're sweating through your brightly-colored Banana Republic dress-shirt, yet your hair still looks like it was sculpted by Frank Ghery. Here's some Iggy Pop. Get over yourself. You, miss...you really shouldn't dance like that with that dress on. I'm getting an eyeful of your pussy on every downbeat. I can tell who's danced with you, because there's three or four men here with body glitter on their pants. Or maybe that's something else. Either way, you should probably be keep an eye on that Mojito of yours sitting at the bar. Here, this song is called "Sympathy for the Devil." Wipe off that purple eyeshadow and enjoy yourself.