Where the "White Man Can't Dance" Came From

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A blogger I read on a regular basis (Blurbomat) had a post this week entitled Why YouTube Was Invented. The ensuing comments brought out more stuff that could be evidence of why YouTube was invented, but I think this sample indicates how the notion that the white man can't dance came to be. Best evidence of this happens at about the 2:50 mark.

I am also deeply scarred from watching this. I am not sure whether to laugh or cry.



This may also be further evidence as to why disco died. Or, better yet, why it had to die.

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