“Jerking” huh? I don’t know if they’re new steps, but it’s a new style.
Everything dance except ballet. Unless it's really awesome ballet.
This is hot. The male dancer in this is a B-boy from LXD. Shakira is Shakira.
Jesus Christ!
Me, upon seeing the few seconds of Carlos Acosta’s dancing in “New York, I Love You.”
Last night’s episode of America’s Best Dance Crew saw the Seattlean all-male breakers crew Massive Monkees get their banner busted. The only two hanging now are Afroborike and We Are Heroes. That means that, no matter who wins, a female will be on the winning team. I like it. The last three seasons have had all-male crew winners.
Despite my tenuous genetic connection to Latin America, I had to vote for We Are Heroes, a group of all-female poppers from space (no, I’m just kidding; I don’t know where they’re from and I’m too lazy to Google it). They kicked La Ass last night. Shane’s always saying, “You’re playing with FIRE” or “Y’all got to bring FIRE!” Well, now someone actually has. God, they must have had to sign mad waivers. Don’t they know what happened to MJ in that Pepsi commercial? Whatever, it was worth it.
Watch the performances and vote here. It should be pretty obvious who(m?) to vote for.
Y’all need to kill everything you do.
Here’s some awesome competition Lindy.
On a side note: Sounds like they might combine my studio’s monthly Salsa Social with a Lindy party. I plan on executing all of these moves. Needless to say, my deductable is FANTASTIC.
Didn’t the last season just end?
Well, I guess I can’t complain. My favorite show is back on the air. Last night was the first audition episode (followed by the second awesomely funny episode of Glee). It appears there’ll be multiple audition episodes, followed, most likely, by a Vegas episode.
Am I the only one who could do without the auditions? I just don’t get any enjoyment out of watching shitty dancers lurch around and spazz out. And the testimonials…the testimonials. Look, that’s great that you survived a gunshot wound when you were 15, but I don’t want to hear your sob story. I want to see if you can dance. Then if you can, maybe I won’t fast-forward your ass on my DVR next time.
This goes for all these shows—American Idol, ABDC, etc. I think they could just jump right into the show and I would be ok with that. Perhaps I have an impatience problem. But that just makes me more of an American.
