You know, sometimes I suspect there’s a factory somewhere in Korea or maybe Guam, stuffed with people hastily making retro-style ads and uploading them to YouTube so the companies for which they work get credit for having been transgressive in the Seventies. This is one of those times.
Tell me these aren’t Seventies haircuts. And tell me that isn’t an Eighties style URL. So, tell me what this ridonkulous Folgers commercial actually means…if anything.
BTW Folgers actually sux. It makes Maxwell House look like Cafe Artigiano.
Apparently the latest dance craze combines the spastic idiocy of the Chicken Dance with the heartfelt celebration of morbidity which is the Tarantella. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the time is ripe for a dance that makes the Lambada look tasteful, the Pogo graceful. And it has achieved its highest expression here, in the half-scale crawlspace inhabited by this freakish, almost subhuman performer. UPdate: video removed or something. Replaced with your common or garden variety of Jamaican bird flu dance.
Dancers stretch out their arms, bend them at the wrists, and then start trembling and twitching … to hip-hop. It’s called the bird flu dance, perhaps due to the fact that avian flu tends to set in when birds engage in strenuous activities such as dancing to African hip-hop.
The man who invented the dance, DJ Lewis, said that he was trying to lighten the mood after the H5N1 strain of bird flu turned up in his country.
“I created the dance to bring happiness to the hearts of Africans and to chase away fear — the fear of eating chicken,” he said.
“If we kill all our chickens and poultry, our cousins in the village will become poor. So I created the bird flu dance to put joy back into our hearts.”
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