Please, please watch this video of a dancing flash mob made up of Point Park University students. This took place yesterday at the US Steel plaza and was their attempt to greet the G-20 with peace, art, and kickass motherlovin’ DANCING!
The good stuff starts at :45 in, so watch it and then we’re going to talk about it and by that I mean, I’m going to tell you how I feel about it.
I know! SQUEE!
Why squee? SO many reasons, but let me tell you three:
1. Whoever that brave soul is that started the dance all by himself. HUGS!
2. Since Footloose, since Grease, since Grease 2 (I KNOW!), since Scrubs, since Buffy, since Enchanted, since High School Frickin’ Musical, I have always thought why can’t we live in a world where suddenly large crowds of people burst into choreographed song and dance?! How awesome, I have thought, would it be to be walking through Point Park when suddenly, out of nowhere, “It’s a Hard-knock Life” starts blaring and all the people who take their lunch to the Point because they hate their jobs and wish life were different, suddenly burst into a dance that fully utilizes the entire rim of the fountain? And umbrellas. Lots of colorful umbrellas a-twirling and a-tossing.
I am so so so jealous that I wasn’t there when this happened because I would have freaked the hell out at the sheer awesomeness of this.
3. THIS is how you get your message across. You throw a brick through a window in Pittsburgh and I will hate you and everything you stand for and if you so much as ask me for directions to your tent city, I will send you on a path so ridiculous you’ll end up in the scariest parts of the Hill District, or as we call it, Westhampsminstershire, where you’ll beg those very police you hate, to save your miserably misguided life.
However, you sing and dance about it, you bring me joy while telling me what you’re so pissed off about, hell, I’m going to listen to you and then quickly guide you back to your tent city, and maybe even stop on the way to buy you a donut.
Just think, anarchists, instead of pissing this entire city off with your stupid destruction, why not use this rainy downtime to make up a song and dance that speaks to your cause? Call it “Capitalist Pigs” set to the tune of “I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major General” and I, along with 20 world leaders, will pull up a lawn chair and clap like you’re killing pigeons.
I am the very model of a modern major anarchist
I’ve information scary ’bout those nasty pigs capitalist.
I hate the kings of England, and I fought the fights historical
From Pittsburgh here to London too, in order west to east-acle.
I’m totally on to something, and you know it.
All you kids that danced are the next Awesome Burghers and your giant pats on the back are in the mail.
Also, clearly, I need to write a Broadway musical.