Ah dubstepping. What is it that appeals to gangly males? Why does it call to us, telling us to ignore the weird music and the awkward stares as we poplock or breakdance or krump in slow motion, ignoring the embarrassment of our former dates?
“Oh no…” they say.
“Aw yeah…” we say.
It’s something primal. Something more primal than clowning. More primal than “the robot”. Something that calls to us and says “You, you there, you don’t look enough like an idiot get over here and bust a move.”