Last week Tiffany and I were watching Turner South, and a show about a clogging competition was on. One shot showed a group of white kids clogging on stage wearing urban fashion: bandanas, football jerseys, baggy pants, etc. It just wasn’t right. I kept thinking about how these gangsta cloggers would defend their art.
“Man, that is not how it is. I don’t advocate violence or drugs. Don’t you be telling me about my steps. I know what I dance. Man, I clog about life on the street.”
