The Politics of Dancing

dance floorIf you don’t like music, you don’t have love in your heart. There’s something wrong with you. You could see a doctor, but until we have the medical technology to perform personality transplants or soul transfusions you’re pretty much fucked. So when I meet someone who isn’t passionate about music (and albeit dancing) I instantly feel sorry for them. Dancing is the ultimate form of physical expression outside of fucking. And that can only be done with a maximum of like three other people (maybe a few more if you have a big bag of cocaine and a jar full of Viagra if you’re a male, or a penchant for double penetration if you’re female), whereas dancing can be done in groups of hundreds, even thousands of people.

So what is it that makes us dance? Why are some people naturally gifted while others gyrate like an epileptic adversely affected by strobe lighting? How come some people will bravely sashay onto a dance floor the very first time they go clubbing or go to a music festival, while others will shyly look on, fearful of being judged by the mob if their rug cutting maneuvers aren’t up to scratch?

LISTEN TO THE BEATING OF THE DRUMS

drumsDance has certainly been an important part of ceremony, rituals, celebrations and entertainment since before the birth of the earliest human civilizations. While Dance history is difficult to determine because dance does not often leave behind clearly identifiable physical artifacts that last over the millennia, archaeology delivers traces of dance from prehistoric times such as the 9,000 year old Bhimbetka rock shelter paintings in India and Egyptian tomb paintings depicting dancing figures circa 3300BC.

Human beings probably danced even before there was a word for it. Rhythmic bodily movement is instinctive. It connects people, even if unconsciously, to the rhythms of nature. Further scientific study indicates that dance, together with rhythmic music and body painting, was designed by the forces of natural selection at the early stage of human evolution as a potent tool to put groups of human ancestors in a battle trance, a specific altered state of consciousness. In this state people lost their individual identity and acquired a collective identity, they became a part of something greater than the sum of its individual parts. I know I often feel the same way when I’ve eaten a bunch of LSD and am working up a sweat with a room full of strangers at 2am in a nightclub. When I dance I become part of the music and the music becomes part of me.

I can almost imagine cavemen from a time before time existed lighting fires outside of their caves and beating on drums while thousands of them move in synchrony to the rhythm of the beat, a prehistoric rave if you will. According to new research, the ability to dance may have also been a factor in survival for our prehistoric ancestors, who used their moves to bond and communicate with each other when times were tough.

A study published in a recent issue of the Public Library of Science’s genetics journal, suggests that, as a result, today’s creative dancers actually share two specific genes. Both genes are associated with a predisposition for being good social communicators.

Scientists believe this gave early humans who were well coordinated and rhythmic a distinct evolutionary advantage. This advantage extended not only to effective communication amongst our species, but also to the man’s ability to hook up with a fine ass cavewoman. Which brings me to my next topic…

EXCUSE ME? DO YOU FUCK AS WELL AS YOU DANCE? ARE YOU AS HOT IN THE BEDROOM AS YOU ARE ON THE DANCE FLOOR?

dirty dancingFor as long as dancing has been going on, a big part of the ritual is attracting a member of the opposite sex. Similar to the mating dances of many birds, insects and other animals, humans of both sexes have been using dance to attract one another throughout the ages. I know that there’s nothing that makes my balls wetter than a woman who really knows how to move her ass so I think it’s fairly safe to assume that women feel the same way about men. It seemed to work for John Travolta in one of my favourite films of all time – Saturday Night Fever

Despite coming from a totally different era of night club dancing than myself, I’ve always thought that Travolta was the fuckin man in that scene. First he casts the infinitely fuckable Fran Drescher aside because she’s a total drag to dance with. I can totally sympathise there, when you know how to cut some serious rug the last thing you want is to be weighed down by someone who doesn’t – regardless of how hot they are. Next thing you know the dance floor obediently clears to give him some space to work his magic, based off the dialogue from his friend’s characters he’s been taking the club over like this for months. You can just tell that the beautiful women gazing at him in awe from the side of the floor have pussies so wet you could drown a toddler in their panties.

So why do women find men who can dance so appealing? Certainly there’s a reasonable correlation to be made with the guy’s ability to coordinate his body to the rhythm of the music to how well he’s going to play a woman’s vagina like a violin when they go home together after the club shuts. But there are other more scientific evolutionary reasons as well that need to be taken into account.

According to Dr Peter Lovatt of Hertfordshire University (also known as ‘Dr Dance’) “Beautiful women of high genetic quality with symmetrical features have been shown to innately select men with equally high-quality genetic features.” Other researchers have found that men judged to be better dancers tended to have a higher degree of body symmetry, a factor that has been linked to overall attractiveness and health in other research. The researchers speculate that higher body symmetry might also indicate better neuromuscular coordination. This may influence dance ability since attractive dances can be more rhythmic and more difficult to perform. While most people don’t go around measuring and comparing body parts of potential mates, it’s thought that we pick up on these cues subconsciously. So it seems a large part of it is actually genetic instinct; women (who tend to be pickier than men when it comes to choosing a partner) perceive guys who can dance well as being healthier specimens to mate with than guys who cannot.

Wily bitches.

24 HOUR PARTY PEOPLE

24 hour party people

Having been burning the midnight oil at both nightclubs and music festivals for some time now, I’ve noticed all manner of characters that frequent both. Here’s a brief run down on some of the types of people you’ll find reaching for the lasers safe as fuck on any given Friday / Saturday night:

The Person Who Actually Knows How To Dance And Is Making Everyone Else Look Bad (aka the David Elsewhere)

Generally there’s always one person out in the middle of the dance floor who looks like a scene out of a ‘Step Up’ movie. They might be naturally gifted, they might have been honing their craft in the privacy of their bedroom for 15 years but whatever the case they make it all look so effortlessly easy and are a constant source of angst for those too shy to get up and dance and others who give it a go but for whatever reason are about as coordinated as diarrhoea.

Like David ‘Elsewhere’ Bernal:

The Chinstroker

Nobody really knows why The Chinstroker attends EDM shows, for he has a severe allergic reaction to dancing or enjoyment. He can generally be found standing in the crowd, arms crossed with his hand gently stroking his imaginary beard while he intensely gazes at the DJ. The Chinstroker is an expert at knowing exactly which remix is being played by which producer on which label and is a fountain of knowledge when it comes to electronic music.

Unfortunately all efforts to explain to The Chinstroker as to why dancing is the ultimate form of appreciation for dance music will fall on deaf ears and he will continue his eerie style of silent trainspotting in the middle of the dance floor.

The Aggressive Song Requester

Apparently this person does not own an iPod or have access to a radio, because their one goal in going to a club is to dance right next to the DJ booth, screaming out requests for a particular song over and over and over. The thing that’s weird about it is these people are never requesting tunes that are in line with the type of music that’s being played by the DJ at the time or even any of the track selectors playing that night. It will always be some commercial clap trap that has no place on any self respecting dance floor. Everyone will be grooving nicely to some funky house music while this muppet is screaming for Kesha ‘Tik Tok’ to be played.

Usually takes the form of a fairly attractive 19 year old girl who has an I.Q only slightly higher than her shoe size.

The Couple Who Might Be Having Sex On The Dance Floor

Dancing at a crowded club can be kind of stressful. It’s hot and sweaty and people are throwing elbows and spilling drinks all over the fuckin place. So it can be tempting to spot an empty pocket of the dance floor and move over there to claim it as your own. Beware though, because that corner’s empty for a reason. There’s either a suspicious substance on the floor, or there’s a dude ambitiously finger banging some drunken slart in which case there soon will be a suspicious substance on the floor.

Take pictures to upload onto ‘Embarrassing Nightclub Photos of the Week’ but do so at a safe distance to avoid any ah splashback.

The Roving Grinder (aka the Humpster)

This guy roams around the dance floor, casually bobbing his head to the music in between crudely thrusting his drug fuelled erection into the backside of unsuspecting women on the dance floor. The Roving Grinder is a numbers man, often seeking to set a lewd grinding record until he eventually hits the jackpot and humps some broad that’s had one too many pingers and will actually respond favourably to this kind of reprehensible behaviour.

A true romantic in every sense of the word.

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Why You Should Embrace the Word Nigger

chappelle white supremacist

The word “neger” (obviously derived from the word “negro” which is Spanish for “black”) was first documented in America in 1619 to describe African slaves being brought over to work in the Americas. However, it had no negative connotations until the 1900’s and was considered the appropriate term for black people until the mid to late 1800’s. The stigma attached to the word grew as it became less acceptable to even say, much less direct it at a person.

There aren’t too many words in the English language that are as polarising as the word ‘nigger’ (or more commonly nowadays ‘nigga’ thanks to hip hop culture). If you’re a white person and you drop the ol’ N-bomb in a crowd then people start running scared like you’d dropped a real bomb. The word is considered to be such a no-no that a lot of people abbreviate it to “the N word”, which is beyond retarded. Let’s hear a word from one of our sponsors on the subject:

I like this bit that Louis did because I feel much the same way about the word ‘cunt’ as I do the word ‘nigger’. It’s quite a rarity that I would ever use the word cunt to describe a vagina. Cunt is a term I reserve purely for other human beings. This cunt, that cunt, that ugly cunt, that fat cunt, etc. When one of my friends calls me one of the first questions I usually ask is “what are you up to cunt?” To the extent that the word is such a big part of my vocabulary, that when I go on a date with a woman for the first time one of the first questions I ask her is “so how do you feel about the word cunt?” If she screws up her face and says it’s a horrible word and she doesn’t like it, than I think to myself “well you’re a bit of a dumb cunt” and run away when she goes to the bathroom. If she smiles and says she uses it all the time then we have a winner. How could I have a relationship with someone who gets offended by a word I use so frequently? It would be a disaster!

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So while the word nigger isn’t as much of a part of my lexicon as the word cunt, it’s still an old favourite and gets used regularly. There are a few reasons for this. One is because when I was young I listened to a lot of hip hop music where the word was used liberally. I also watched a lot of what my dad distastefully calls “black films” which were comedies with you guessed it – black people in them. Some of my favourite stand-up comedians were guys like Richard Pryor and Eddie Murphy who used the word all the time and often to great comedic effect. Later on came dudes like Dave Chappelle who also used the word nigger in a lot of his skits, so some of my fondest memories of laughing my sphincter off were related to the word nigger. For instance:

Another reason I like to use the word nigger is because I’m pretty against racism. That’s right, I like to use one of the most racist terms with one of the most heinous etymologies imaginable to combat racism. The word is inextricably linked with violence and brutality on black psyches and derogatory aspersions cast on black bodies. No degree of appropriating can rid it of that blood soaked history I agree. But by using it as a form of comedy (and often aimed at people who aren’t actually black!) I am effectively debasing the power of the word to be used as a racial slur. Like Louis CK said in his stand-up routine, there’s no such thing as bad words – that’s just bullshit propagated by PC fucktards with half a brain. The more negative attention and energy you give towards something – the more you empower it.

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Context is everything. Do I refer to black people as being niggers? All the time. Am I doing so because I can’t stand black people or think I’m better than them? Assuredly not. I’ve had many black friends in my lifetime and from different parts of the globe. I once punched a kid in the face and knocked him into a swimming pool because he called my Sri Lankan friend Jono ‘Black Magic’ and told him to show him some tricks. The trick that young man got shown was a good smack right in the kisser and deservedly so. I’ve listened to music made by black people all my life, supported black athletes and enjoyed many films and TV shows made and starring black people. Hardly the actions of someone who hates black people or thinks he’s somehow superior to them. But I reserve the right to use any word I see fit, the idea that a certain race of people have ownership of a word in itself seems pretty racist to me.

Now obviously there’s a time and a place for everything and you need to pick your battles wisely. I wouldn’t rock up to a bunch of black dudes playing street ball in Harlem and say “What’s up my niggas?” I’m sure that probably wouldn’t end well for me. Unless I was with my own crew of hardcore niggas in which case it would be totally fine. The other black dudes would probably respect the fact that as the sole white guy in a group of straight up gangstas I must’ve done some crazy ass shit to impress the niggas I was with and am not to be fucked with.

But to my friends (black or white) I say it all the time. They know me well enough to know that I’m not a racist and that I make fun of everyone equally. Niggers, Jews, Wetbacks, Slopes and especially white people – no one is safe from my derision. In a country like Australia with so many different ethnicities and cultures it’s hard not to appreciate some solid racial stereotype humour.

To me, PC morons that parrot on about “casual attitudes” towards racism (referring to racist jokes at any rate – not actual racial vilification or discrimination) are living in fear and are part of the problem. They are the ones causing discontent between races by spreading that fear and constantly making reference to a pink elephant that is only in the room if you imagine it to be so. Scarily enough, they think they are the ones in the right here – I call it the ‘White Knight Syndrome’. Constantly rushing off to defend someone who needs no protection just so they can huff their own farts and feel good about themselves, the worst kind of arselickers in my opinion.

So to sum up, you don’t have to be black to be called a nigger.

But it helps.