You know Mary J. Blige’s hit song “Family Affair” and I bet you’ve jammed to it many a times at parties or in your house. I’ve definitely hit my Mary bop on countless occasions because that song goes so hard in the paint.
But I’ve always wondered things about the song. The lyrics pique my interest and my eyebrows go up all chola-like. ^__^
Sister Mary No Clarence Blige said “Don’t need no hateration, holleration in this dancery.” So I’m always thinking what is a dancery? I have my theories. Let me share them with you.
I really think dancery is a bakery, but instead of cupcakes, dance moves are made. Especially those that require nothing more than a two-step. At danceries, they’ll teach you the exact formula of the “Mary Bop.”
And there’ll be a sign that says “Do not Haterate” in every room. There’ll also be a “Holleration not allowed” sign when you walk into the dancery. So folks know the rules straight out. I’m not quite sure what a holleration is but I’m sure there’ll be customer service reps there to clarify.
This is what I imagine the sign will look like:
But don’t get it twisted. Instructors at the dancery will be letting folks know that perculating is encouraged. And perculate they will.
I won’t lie, though. I’d love to visit a dancery. I imagine it to have dancers in aprons, doing pliés and coming up with new moves. Plus, there is no drama in the dancery. Only joy. And tutus. And onesies. And people who are passionate about spreading the message and the jig of the Mary bop. It seems like such a positive place to go. Mary J Blige is a visionary.
I’ma write a book called “So I visited a dancery…” It’ll be drawn Dr. Seuss style and It’ll be awesome. Don’t steal my idea. I got friends in law school. (-__-)
Yes. I’d really like to visit a dancery. They prolly got good snacks and endless rice.
So whatchu think a dancery is?
And let me leave you with this gif of emoting Mary.
Edit (5/16/15): It has come to my attention that Mary might have been saying “Dance Soiree.” It has also come to my attention that I refuse to believe things I don’t want to believe. BECAUSE: NAWL! DANCE SOIREE NEVER. DANCERY FOREVER!