Last summer, during a pre-coital
moment, my former lover pulled up a YouTube video that she said I must see.
Though she summarized an erudite attempt to parse the video’s subtext she’d
read in a literary journal somewhere, she insisted that I just watch it—experience it—first.
Four minutes later, and I had become viewer 12, 220, 810. Yes, I had survived
another "significant" pop-culture benchmark, but I couldn’t help wonder just what I had lost during those few incomprehensible—yet
danceable—minutes.
Five months (and one billion
views) later, we have come to the verge of a new year—and a choice: will we,
the 1st & 4th Subbuteo Club, stand idly by as Gangnam
Style preys upon another year, or will we do something about it?