I REMEBER my babysitter taught me the Macarena, and I was super pumped to show off my new skills at the Middle School dance. Unfortunately, in a room full of adolescent white kids, nobody else joined me- the only "dancing" that happened was when a few boys got applause for nodding their heads to the beat. I went home disappointed and embarrassed.

How could you not mention the 'cha cha slide', 'chicken noodle soup', & 'the humpty dance' ??!!!

For people like me, who hopelessly lack rhythm, zumba is painful and humiliating.

Don't know how the dance goes, but love the song "Tighten Up" by Archie Bell and the Drells.

After hearing the story told a few days ago about the DC punks coming to NY and introducing Slam Dancing to the scene it reminded me of a similar story that occurred for me in the early 90's. The NY rave scene went down to our first rave in DC. The NY scene had a distinct dancing style at that time sort of a more liquid form of popping and locking based on the rave stage dancers from the UK. The New Yorkers all gathered on and around a speaker stand in one corner of the room. All of us dancing our NY style. By the end of the night the entire warehouse was dancing in the NY style completely transforming DC's style of dance from then on.

The Bump! Do the Bump!!

Also, one of my favorite "how to do it" songs, The Madison, features in John Water's Hairspray.

I grew up in Bay Ridge Bklyn in the 70's, but I was NOT a part of the disco scene. If you lived in Bay Ridge you were either a "cusine" or a "hick". We Irish kids were the hicks, and we were not much for dancing. At high school dances, the boys sat it out (or smoked pot outside). The girls did "The Pony." which, as I recall, was jogging in place while sort of swimming out our arms in front of us. Painful.

is noone doing the soulja boy anymore? took me weeks to learn it and now i feel like an old man. back to the electric slide for me i guess.

we did the 'alley cat' endlessly at my first holy communion

is not one doing the soulja boy anymore? took me weeks to learn it and now i feel like an old man.

When I was in 5th grade growing up in the midwest, it was the Hustle.

In the mid 80's my African-American friends took me to the Garage on King Street. Before we went, my friends taught me a dance called the "Patty Duke," which I can do to this day but can't explain how to do.