By now, Gangnam Style is widely regarded as a modern-day Macarena. Its got all the hallmarks of the '90s phenom the attendant silly dance, the indecipherable lyrics in a foreign language, the element of goofiness. And while Im sure Ill be horsey trotting around the dance floor between The Electric Slide and Cmon N Ride It (The Train) at my wedding (date, time, and groom TBD), Im not so willing to brush off Gangnam Style as just another silly fluke of an import from somewhere far away.
Rachel Bailey July 26, 2014
I never loved living in West Virginia. <br><br> Even growing up in Huntington, home of Marshall University and a decent hub of culture with such novelties as a modest annual international film festival and a gay bar, I felt isolated from the offerings of the wider world. Not realizing what a walking cliché I was, I reveled in hating my small town and yearned to live someplace worldly, like New York City or Haight-Ashbury in the 60s. My fathers commitment to his home state, and his frustration and wounded feelings over my disdain for the Mountain State didnt hurt either. Theres a picture I remember from when I was about three: my dad and I posing in front of a tent in Cranberry Glades, where he loved to camp. And he looked so happy. Little did he know that, years down the road, Id start to prefer hanging out with my friends on the weekend to hiking, or start to think his music, which Id once loved wiggling to, was terrible. By the time I graduated high school, being too cool for West Virginia had become a linchpin of my identity, and being a monster to my dad was a favorite pastime.
July 26, 2014
When I hit the six-month mark without a single request for Justin Bieber, I thought I was in the clear.<br /><br /> I was living in Busan, South Korea, teaching English to kindergarten and early elementary students at a private academy, or hagwon. Both mine and my students favorite part of the day was the fifteen or so minutes at the beginning of class we dedicated to song and dance. I loved it because it gave me an excuse to revisit favorite songs from my own days as a tiny person. The five-year-olds loved it because it was the only time during the 80-minute class periods when their natural wiggling, fidgety tendencies were encouraged...
July 26, 2014