shared cultural touchstones
The lovely spouse and I took a quick ride yesterday to get out of the house and hit some Pokemon Go/Wizards Unite spots, and along the way, we stopped at one of the many local WaWa convenience stores to top of the gas tank (with life as it is, I’m on the “once every two or three weeks” plan) and grab a cold drink on a hot humid summer afternoon.
While inside grabbing our drinks, Lionel Richie’s 1986 summer hit “Dancing on the Ceiling” started playing over the PA. Despite being ubiquitous during it’s release (and hitting #2 on the Billboard charts), it hasn’t actually aged well, and has been repeatedly included on numerous “worst songs of all time” lists since. It is catchy, but without a doubt, objectively terrible.
Did that, however, stop everyone in the store, regardless of age, race, gender identity, or any other demographic measure, from singing or humming along under their masks for those four minutes or so?
It did not.
And now it’s in your head too.
