You’re showing your age…

Swing dancers are a perverse sort. Preparing a valentine’s routine to “Tainted Love” brings us to an apogee of perversity. Conversations revolved around: pain involved with female’s donating eggs, versus people donating plasma, versus guys donating sperm, including various lewd comments about men’s donations, and the process involved; the proper way to “sexy dance”, which eventually got narrowed down to simply “drop it” (like it’s hot), except on the guys leg; the monetary possibilities involved with releasing nude swing dancing videos (here I was shocked to hear that someone had actually witnessed two people swing dancing in the buff; they mentioned that it looked “awkward”); and various references to shaking ass, bouncing bits, pimp-walks, et al. We finished the night by listened to Jack Black croon “Fuck Her Gently”, then went off for a couple drinks at a gay club. Fun night.

The one seemingly non-perverse topic we covered was theme songs from 90s’ television shows, most notably “The Fresh Prince of Belair” and “Saved by the Bell“. I guess it’s proof you’re a twenty-something if you know all the words to the FPoB themesong (though looking at the lyrics, I didn’t know the middle bit, which I guess was only in the first three episodes of the first season). But all the rest of the words, I know … I know them well. Keri mentioned to me that one of her friends has the SBtB themesong as her ring-tone, thus “showing her age”. Is it so bad to be twenty-something?