Dance Breaks are for Children

I don’t understand the “dance break” phenomenon. I mean, why are adult workplaces tweeting about dance breaking? (Also, I wonder why adult workplaces are tweeting with such regularity, but that’s a whole other ball of Gouda.) You know who loves dance breaks? My niece Piper and my nephew Finn. They’re 3- and 5-years-old, respectively. Though, I will admit that their musical tastes exceed most of my contemporaries, especially those DJing these dance breaks.

Maybe I don’t get it because I spent the past three years working in a university, which is essentially one giant dance break. With tenure. Seems to me being childish is becoming more universally acceptable. Used to be that you hit a point in your life where you were happily qualified as an adult. Now, seems as if everyone is a 14-year-old. I blame Ben Mulroney.

Of course, I’m totally going to tweet about this later while dancing to The Muppets theme song in the midst of my funemployment (I mean, freelancing.)

Also, could someone lock the Facebook, Google+, and Twitter folks in a room until they figure out how to make one social media entity? I don’t even want to imagine the things we could accomplish as a society if our hours weren’t wasted sharing articles on social injustices in gentrified Toronto neighbourhoods, and filling out surveys. Though, I am writing this at a Starbucks in The Junction. And I do wonder what Lady Gaga song I’m most reminiscent of.

In the meantime, here’s 3 Links & a Tune from Richard Buckner’s new album, Our Blood, due out on August 11: