video: we’re the dancers…
Today was a hell day at the office. I went in earlier than usual to avoid the security delays resulting from a special visitor, so I feel like I’ve been in the office way longer than usual. Had a hell of a task to complete and learned a few lessons about managing people. Mainly that I’m too nice. It’s not that I’m worried about being hated as a manager, I’m just trying to get positive results with kindness and realizing that it doesn’t work.
Still, all the while I was there, I kept giggling to myself thinking about this bit of last Saturday’s SNL that I watched just before leaving the house:
If you haven’t seen the original video, it’s quite dance-y and actually a good 3 and a ½ minutes of cardio, if you can follow the steps. I am not ashamed to admit that I can, though when I started, I probably looked like the boys above, sans heels. I am proud to say that I will never look like this boy. Mainly because I eat, but also that I’m pretty internet shy when it comes to the videos. And… did he wash that outfit or run it through a wood chipper?
As funny as the sketch is, it reminds me why I don’t watch SNL more often. That deadness in the eyes when they’re barely looking at each other because they’re trying to read their lines or play to the camera maybe? I don’t know what it is, and I love me some Paul Rudd–who, I have to agree, made this one of the gayest SNL’s ever–but even he looks distant during the sketch.
Regardless, in my head for the rest of the week is going to be Justin Timberlake’s fey voice cooing, We’re the dancers… to Beyonce.