Apparently there is a new dance move. Well, it’s not really new. The craze has already come and gone in my household. Truthfully, I think it’s come and gone a few different times since its debut. It was quite the ‘thing’ at the Summer Olympics.
The Dab
Considering I’m always behind on the latest trend. the fact that it’s come and gone is nothing new. Remember, I still wear corduroy. Especially on November 11. According to a girl I work with, corduroy will never be back in style. She suggested a bonfire for the corduroy clothing items I own. Goodwill has … standards, too. Or so I’m told.
To be properly educated, I searched ‘dab’. Contrary to what I expected, ‘dab’ is really not a noun – like the Dab. It’s more a verb – think action: the art of dabbing. So I went with that and was … concerned at my expanded search. I was even more concerned when my son actually knew what I was concerned about. Even more concerning, he wasn’t concerned AT ALL.
Hint: it has nothing to do with mountain biking. Or dancing.
- A dance craze that originated in Atlanta, you don’t just do the Dab, you feel the Dab! Let the beat guide you and when the drop comes in, you tilt your head into your inner elbow while simultaneously lifting your right forearm, sneezing is a good example. The Dab is all about swagger, there’s nothing cool about whippin’ your head aimlessly.
- To touch one’s foot to the ground while bicycling. Considered to be a lost style point among trail riders, mountain bikers,bike polo players, among others. Sometimes called a “foot down.”
- A new form of smoking weed. Instead of smoking the buds of the marijuana plant, kids now smoke the oil from it. It does get you way higher, but also may cause more harmful mental effects than it does good ones. A “dabber” is a dentistry looking tool for scraping the oil out of the oil slick.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – damn kids. Anyway, … .
I, of course, want to focus on the dance trend. I have never and will never dab. Hell, I’d probably throw out my back if I even tried. Of my three kids, my youngest dabs the best. My son thinks he looks cool, but my youngest actually has sharper reflexes. My middle child doesn’t succumb to peer pressured type crazes. Funny fact: A few months back I took my daughters to the theater. My son was there seeing a different movie. When my youngest made eye contact with him, they ‘dabbed’ hello. Consequently, his dab nearly took out the innocent bystander next to him, but we all got a chuckle out of the incident.
Strike a … dab.
