But wait--they're cranberry. Cranberry muffins. No, still not good enough for you? I give up.
Ok, look, here is what I was about to subject myself to for your amusement, people. So, you remember this video, right? I figured if Ally McBeal could be a superfreak, in all her spastic, skinny glory, then there was no reason why I couldn't either, right? This is how much I love all of you, because I was planning to post a video of myself dancing, on the Internet, for all to see. And I had every intention of actually doing it, too. Until, you know. I viewed the evidence. Which shall be destroyed, obviously. Here were some initial thoughts:
- This song is really hard to dance to, guys. Surprisingly hard.
- I hate my stupid hair.
- Oh my god, that...right there...I have no words.
- How did Calista Flockhart make this look so easy? It is not easy, people. It is not.
And so, sadly, I do not have a video to post for you today. Against my better judgment I haven't entirely given up on it altogether, though. In the immortal words of Ally McBeal, "I'm practicing." But I'm still not convinced it can be done. I tell you what, though, maybe a little moral support would help. A little solidarity, you know? I'm throwing out the challenge right now; if just one of you guys makes your own Superfreak dance video and links to it here, I promise I will post one of me doing something (I hesitate to call it dancing), no matter how ridiculous it looks. Pinky promise.
Lights, camera...ba dow dow dow...da dow...da dow. Get ready to get your groove on, people (da dow...da dow...)