Hypnotic

Could someone please tell the skinny young flaquita* in the tissue-thin harem pants to stop doing the "Iron Curtain salute" with her left arm whenever her partner leads an ocho cortado?

Step, step, ocho cortado - up goes the arm. Step, step, ocho cortado - up goes the arm. Step, step, ocho cortado - up goes the arm.

What is the meaning of this movement anyway? Does she have an uncontrollable twitch that could only be relieved by shooting her arm up to the beat? Or is it something about the ocho cortado that makes her want to slide her armpit all over his shoulder?

I am worried about the strength of her deodorant - or perhaps I don't need to worry, this is the precisely the way she proves that her deodorant works really well - "Look, Ma, no streaking!"

Step, step, ocho cortado - up goes the arm. Step, step, ocho cortado - up goes the arm. Step, step, ocho cortado - up goes the arm.

AAAARRGGGGGHHHHH!!! I am falling into a hypnotic stupor............ Her repetitive adornation putting me in a deep trance within which disturbing truths about this moment in time are surfacing into consciousness:

1. Hey, no-one in this place knows how to dance to Biagi. Ocho cortados aside, they are all flailing, flailing, flailing limply and helplessly, like the Terminator T-1000 in a vat of molten metal.
2. Is the "Iron Curtain salute" all she can do? Can you say "Embryonic Adornista"? She really needs a crash course with Eugenia Parrilla. Or Andrea Misse. Or Geraldine Rojas. I'm sure I have forgotten to mention someone here. In fact, probably everyone.
3. Heh, my posts on "The History and Origins of Follower's Adornment Techniques" were pretty nifty.


* Flaquita: Female. Young. Attractive. Thin. Or, everything that Irene should aspire to be, except that she is too busy not exercising, wearing unattractive unisex sweats, wolfing down ice cream, and not following a rigorous nightly moisturizing regimen - sometimes all of the above at one sitting!