>As some of you already know, one of my favorite words in the English language is “pants.” So when Unfogged linked to something called Pants Off Dance Off, I just had to go take a look.
My eyes! My eyes! They’re burrrrrrrrrning!
Go see for yourself. No words can do it justice.
[For the Cliopatra readers — and others — coming here for a K’zoo update, I swear I’ll post one. I also swear I’m not always this silly. Only sometimes.]
Quod She 2.0 
>sick sick sick … yet hypnotic, even soothing. Please let us know if any medievalists volunteer for the show.
>I really should know better than to click on some links!
>Just when I was thinking, wow, maybe I *should* have gone to the dance….
>LOL, Meg — you know, I should have said this *was* my K’zoo post, what with the dancing thing and all.
>To be completely fair, most of us either have been or will be an appreciative audience to at least a few seconds of, um, unaesthetic strip tease. Pants Off Dance Off may be my new anti-intimidation meditation. Just think how much more effective than Picture Them In Their Underwear it would be! If vaguely sick-making, of course.
>Yes, well. Hmmm. Should that happen, it will not be in front of a camera. Ever. Probably not.
>I just passed Fuse, across from Penn Station, where they were announcing Pants Off Dance Off on Tuesday nights. Could that be why the one I tried to watch had a Joisey accent?Can’t even imagine that live.