Scene: Grand Central Terminal, NY, NY. Rush hour. Friday: Thirty people stare with mouths dumbly agape at an awkward team of Liza Minelli-lookalike dancers prancing up a stairway. Many record with their cellphones the robotic and sexy dancers who for some reason are both in Geishaface and carrying laptops like Vanna White would have were she so inclined. I’m unable to find a video of this, but perhaps it’s for the best. It would only bring back bad memories if you found it for me.
Why does this bug me?