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Showing posts with label American Bandstand. Show all posts
Showing posts with label American Bandstand. Show all posts

Friday, July 10, 2015

"Shut Up and Dance!"


By Jody Worsham
All rights reserved for Arthur Murray lessons

 

Being senior parents of a fourteen-year-old and a ten-year old, the timing is off for some types of activities, skydiving, playing catch for more than five minutes, snow skiing, or staying up past eight o’clock.  Our social gatherings seldom included children unless grandchildren happen to be visiting our friends at the time.  So when we were invited to a wedding, we took advantage of it, especially when we were promised other children would be there.  It occurred to me that our children had never been to a wedding of any kind.  Time to expand their world.

This was to be a Catholic wedding.  I had never attended a Catholic wedding myself,  but I had friends who had so I knew it was going to be much longer than the usual twenty minute Protestant “I Love You Truly”, repeat after me, “I now pronounce you man and wife”  ceremony.  I tried to prepare everyone.

The ten-year-old was cool with the length until I told him he could not take his I-pod, DS Nintendo, or I-phone.  I promised him there would be lots of standing and kneeling so he wouldn’t be just sitting the whole time.  The kneeling part made Dr. Hubby wince.  After explaining that Miss Me jeans would not be appropriate for a formal wedding even if they were covered with bling, I promised to take the fourteen-year-old shopping for a dress.  Unfortunately I used the word “appropriate” before the word “dress” which immediately triggered an episode of eye rolling.

The day of the wedding arrived and we made it through the ceremony with a minimum of wiggling, wincing, and watch checking (on the part of Dr. Hubby); then it was off to the reception and party time.  The food was delicious and the band was great.  With the children’s plates loaded with groom’s cake, wedding cake, chocolate covered strawberries, chicken, cheese squares, and an ample supply of punch, we were free to dance.  The DJ had asked for all couples to come to the dance floor.  The slow music began and after a minute the DJ. said:

“Now it is time for all unmarried couples to leave the floor.”  That cleared out all the bridesmaids and groomsmen.

“If you have been married less than three hours, please leave the floor.”  That got the bride and groom off the dance floor.

“If you have been married less than ten years, you may leave the floor.”  That took out four or five couples.   The music continued.  Dr. Hubby stepped on my toe.

“Couples married less than twenty-five years, may sit down.”  How long is this song? I wondered.

“Married less than thirty years, time to sit down.”  That sent the bride’s parents to their table.  That trumpet player sounded a little winded.

“If you have been married forty years or less, I know you will be glad to leave the floor. There are only four couples left.  The drummer dropped his sticks.   Dr. Hubby stepped on my other toe.

“If you have made it to forty-five years or less of marriage, you may sit down.”  That took out everybody but that elderly couple and us.  I think I am getting a leg cramp.

“If you have been married fifty years or less, God bless you and sit down.”  The elderly couple sat down leaving us alone on the floor,

 From the time I was sixteen, I had dreamed of this moment…  American Bandstand and the Spotlight Dance! 

Dr. Hubby held me close and whispered “I’ve got to sit down.”

I whispered back “Shut up and Dance!”

Thursday, July 5, 2012

It's All Out in the Open

 
By Jody Worsham


All rights reserved for M.O.M. (Modicum of Modesty)


 TV commercials from the late 50’s early 60’s are tame compared to today.    If you are “of that certain age” you may remember the old Cross-Your-Heart bra commercials.  I know I do.


 I was watching American Band Stand with my boyfriend.   Well, he was a boy and he was my friend, at least as far as my mother was concerned.  It was 4 o’clock in the afternoon just before Dick Clark announced the new song to be rated by three members from the audience.  There was a commercial break, and right there in front of God and everybody including my friend that was a boy, the Cross-Your-Heart bra appeared on a Venus de Milo sans head and lower body statue on the 22 inch black and white TV set.  I was blushing from my permed curls right down to my bobby socks and loafers.   I didn’t dare look at my friend.  Nobody said a word.  The audience ratings for the new rock and roll song fell on deaf and red ears.


Years later and with the advent of color TV,  the commercials got more daring and the Cross-Your-Heart bra appeared on a fully dressed live model who wore  the bra on the outside of her red dress.  Well, even I thought that was a bit silly.
 

We have come a long way since that red dress; I’m just not sure in which direction.  Today Victoria’s Secret doesn’t keep anything secret.  In fact, nothing that once was private is private anymore, from gas to Viagra, to Depends, to bad breath, body odor, or any other bodily function.


Maybe there should be a rating system for commercials like there is for music and TV shows.  I propose a voluntary TV rating for commercials; BS for Body and Sex related commercials, GT for Good Taste, BO for Bad Offerings, JSP for Just Short of Porn, and SHET COP for Shipping /Handling Exceeds Total Cost of Product.


Without some constraint what’s next, commercials for prosthetics?  You know, “Lost a foot?  Need a new leg? Call 1-800-Run-Like-a-Deer.”    Oh wait, that would be in bad taste!