I am a tastemaker.
In first grade, I brought my Phantom of the Opera coffee table book for show and tell, and by the next month, everyone else had one. In second grade, my name for a four square move where you bounce the ball off your buttocks (the “bouncy poo”) entered the schoolyard lexicon. In third through sixth grade, my peers studied every word I spoke and action I took that that they might ostracize me more effectively.
While my cultural prescience and innate understanding of The Hip has always been self-evident, leave it to one group to recognize the extent of my sway: Cirque du Soleil.
In first grade, I brought my Phantom of the Opera coffee table book for show and tell, and by the next month, everyone else had one. In second grade, my name for a four square move where you bounce the ball off your buttocks (the “bouncy poo”) entered the schoolyard lexicon. In third through sixth grade, my peers studied every word I spoke and action I took that that they might ostracize me more effectively.
While my cultural prescience and innate understanding of The Hip has always been self-evident, leave it to one group to recognize the extent of my sway: Cirque du Soleil.
