I don't know how I managed to miss three seasons of So You Think You Can Dance, but I regret every minute of my life I didn't watch this show. I am 100% hooked.
I'm not sure what captivated me so fiercely--maybe it's because I don't have a single rhythmically-inclined muscle in my body. All I know is, I've got a fever, and the only prescription is more SYTYCD (is there a more unwieldy nickname for a television show? I can't think of one). A show so powerful it made me not only like, but PURCHASE this song:
Jenny and I have spent the last three months avoiding this song at all costs. Until last week, I could not respond to this song with anything other than white-hot hate. But 90 seconds with Katee and Josh melted this cold, cold heart. Tonight, I bought another song featured on SYTYCD, a catchy 80s-pop throwback by the Veronicas which Jenny said makes her "want to run in place." In a good way.
Now every Wednesday night we find ourselves saying things like "Mandy Moore's choreography was a lot stronger on the contemporary dance" and "I'm bummed Napoleon and Tabitha didn't choreograph anything for this week" and "Look at her lines!" We laugh, get chills, make fun of Mary Murphy's outrageous commentary, and cry (I'm not even ashamed). I defy you to watch Twitch and Kherrington dance the Viennese Waltz, inspired by their choreographer's handicapped daughter, with dry eyes. Jean-Marc dans la maison!