Why The Harlem Shake Should Go Away, According to Emily

I can sum up my feelings about the internet-video sensation The Harlem Shake in three simple words:

I loath it.

Internet users, we are going to have a heart to heart.

Stop Harlem Shaking. Stop sharing videos of the Harlem Shake. Stop watching the Harlem Shake. STOP.

Why? Here is an exhaustive and convincing list why:

  1. The only good Harlem Shake video is this one by the UGA swim team.
  2. The people of Harlem are outraged.
  3. You’re not even doing it right.
  4. On what planet is that dancing?
  5. It’s annoying.
  6. It’s obnoxious.
  7. I’m tired of seeing essentially the same video, just with different half-naked people all over my News Feed.
  8. And on that note, I’d rather not see half-naked people writhing all over my laptop screen. Do you people have no shame?
  9. The song isn’t even good.
  10. It’s dumb.

Luckily, the fad seems to have partially passed. People are no longer making Harlem Shake videos, but they’re still sharing them all over social media. Please. Stop.

One day, we’ll all look back on this phenomenon and laugh at ourselves for being so dumb and ridiculous. Or, more likely we’ll be embarrassed–especially if you’re one of the half-naked people whose half-naked body will forever be on the internet for colleagues and future employers to see.

De rien, Internet,



About Emily

I tend to embody the definition of "first world problems," so one night when I knew I needed to shower but didn't want to--in true first-world fashion--I created this blog. There were ulterior motives, however. I'm a journalism and french major at Mercer University, which means I enjoy writing (and France, apparently). I also like to think that I'm witty, and that the world needs to hear (or, rather, read) my wit. "La Vie, Selon Emily" means "Life, According to Emily." Emily, being myself. Now that that's out of the way, who is Emily? Funny you should ask, because I've made a short list: I was raised in the Georgia suburbs on a beautiful little thing they call "sarcasm." My parents taught me at a young age to appreciate this age-old art, and I like to think I've mastered their craft. I'm also quite the girly girl: Disney princesses were my childhood, and dressing up is my favorite. Despite whatever conclusions you may have drawn from #2, yellow, not pink, is my favorite color. I love commas, and feel that I use them too liberally. I love thinking and learning new things, and I love making others think and learn new things. I am a voracious reader, and I love the word "voracious." I just realized that I've used the word "love" entirely too much thus far. I sing in the shower. I sing in the car. I pretty much sing a lot, and I like to think I'm decent at it. If you give me grape juice, I'll be your friend. I will also be your friend if you love on me (examples include giving me a hug, rubbing my back or arm, playing with my hair, cuddling with me, etc.). I have two mottos in life: Any dress with pockets is a dress worth having, and any man who wears bow ties is a man worth dating (I will acknowledge that there are exceptions to these rules, as with all rules). Semi-finally, but most importantly, I am an utterly depraved sinner saved by God's unfailing grace and love. I will leave you with this french proverb: "A l'œuvre, on connaît l'artisan."
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