So I've been trying to get inspired again to write. My writing has always been cyclical anyway, and law school seems to have sucked out whatever regular creativity I once had. But since it is finals time again, and since I'm working to avoid thinking about finals, I thought The Cheese might be a good way to get me started again.
The theme of today's Cheese is dance singers who can't dance. There's no rhythm nation here, y'all. Bless their hearts, if it weren't for the shawls, wind machines, backup dancers, distracting gold hot pants and quick cut editing, you'd see this gals for the flat-footed disco-challenged divas they really are. Thankfully, if we squint really hard, we can pretend their steps live up to the songs. Your mama can't dance, and neither can...
My adopted daughter, Whitney Houston
The woman, the legend, Cher
In fairness, she's not so bad, she should just NEVER dance next to Tina Turner.