Yesterday as I was walking home, I passed a group of maybe 30 students hanging out at an intersection. At the red light, they spread across the avenue crosswalk in a line and sang and danced the macarena for the cars stopped there. When the light turned green, they gathered back on the streetcorner.
That dance will never die.
This post's theme word is: misoneism, "a hatred or fear of change or innovation."