Like many cliches, this dance once had impact, it had meaning. And then this happened:
Now it is the province of drunk, puffy dudes at weddings.
It’s funny because I was considering teaching my 5th graders in the Bronx the Running Man, just for fun. I’d argue Scott’s assertion that the dance ever had impact, but it was definitely how my friends and I spent time during recess in elementary school. We also did this dance we called The Funky Chicken, but I’m pretty sure we made it up. It’s not like any other Funky Chicken I’ve ever seen before.