Holy fuck, please god why does anyone keep using twitter to try to convey anything more than a sentence or two?
Eh, it isn’t really a hoax if people are actually doing it, right? I guess Ford did push it’s popularity, but as others pointed out he got it from somewhere else.
Still, my Godmother and her husband did it for year and years in northern Kansas. It helped keep them young. I don’t know how much Jazz when on up there before square dancing. Beats boot-scootin’ if you ask me.
It’s an excellent way to convey ideas to massive amounts of people instantly, including multiple-part messages over multiple posts that others can repeat and comment on and add to. I know you loathe it, but others don’t.
You can imagine a gym full of 7th graders falling on the floor laughing every time they had to duck near a girl’s belly while being told to dive for the clam. I don’t think we ever got through that song.
Absolutely not; goat porn exists, FFS. Yes, really (just trust me; don’t burn your retinas like I did) and that’s saner than the worst of the publicly-available stuff. And that’s before you dive into the Onion (Tor)!
And then they’d have to maintain a blog for their posts, rather than use Twitter, and I’d have to visit a separate website, rather than read it on Twitter. No reason not to convey thoughts within one popular medium.
This is not how history is done. Cory, I love your books and BB, but you have become a square-dance truther.
“Dances in this form are called Quadrilles, or Square Dances” -The Prompter, edition of 1868
The prompter in a quadrille calls out phrases such as “All Promenade”,“Dos-A-Dos”, or “Left Hands Back”. The dancers perform those moves to the cadence of the music. When "The Prompter’ was published, square dancing was already an old and traditional dance form. Henry Ford would have needed to be quite the precocious toddler to have invented or promoted it at that time.
We were required to learn square dancing in fifth grade, but I was excused on religious grounds, making me the envy of all the boys in the class. I’d probably have enjoyed it more in high school, when I was actually interested in touching girls. (Yeah, I guess that sounds creepy, but it’s true.)