Shake your booty
Common and popular phrases come and go, some remaining in the popular language for brief periods and some last through generations. In my generation “feeling groovy” and “sock it to me” were thankfully short-lived and were replaced in the ‘80s by grody, dude, gnarly, tubular” and “like totally.” It was somewhere after the ‘80s that I lost touch with the phrase of the day.
It was in the ‘90s when things started to become harder to understand. We went from gnarly, which is understandable to “crib, crunk, sweet, bugg’n” and “clownin.” It was during that time when “going postal” became mainstream, along with “take a chill pill.” “Phat, salty” and “trippin’” weren’t quite as commonplace but they meant something to that generation and are still carried over into some conversations today.
Once we made the transition from the 1900s and survived Y2K, we now live with a host of words and phrases that never existed before the tsunami of the techno-revolution engulfed us. We google, text, blog, tweet, twitter and surf. We survived subprime, bailout and Y2K. Each of these words and phrases have been embossed on our daily lives to the point that their definitions cut across generations and yet remain understandable.
“Shake your booty” was made popular in my high school days by a musical group, KC and the Sunshine Band. It was in 1976 when this song debuted and has retained some popularity through today’s pop culture. Now you can exercise to the top 10 booty tunes designed to help you shake off some of the holiday excess.
Shake your booty can also have very mundane and practical meanings as well. My son-in-law left his shoes out on the porch overnight. In winter the greatest risk might be some snow or ice accumulation in the shoe. In summer the risks are more pronounced. Bugs, slugs and other creepy-crawly things could take up residence in the toe of your shoe. Going to work, he simply slipped his feet into the shoes on the way out the door. One shoe didn’t fit so well but he kept going. The rumpled sock feeling began to get wet. It seems a tree frog was sleeping off his night of vocal carousing in the toe of his shoe and met a timely end.
It is easy for me to laugh at his misstep but I had a similar incident this past weekend. Engaged in an outdoor activity that required waders, I pulled them off of the brackets in my garage where they had been safely hanging since early fall. In the past I have been greeted with corn, sunflower seeds and acorns in the boot so I grasped them firmly and gave them a good shake. Please bear with me for a moment. I realize “shake your booty” has an entirely different meaning in popular culture but from a practical perspective that is exactly what I did. I shook my boot-y. Nothing came out. I shook it again and then confidently slipped my right foot and leg into the waders. Then the left foot. My wool sock felt bunched so I slammed my toes forward to smooth out the wrinkles.
There was wriggling in the boot and it wasn’t my own toes doing the work. I promptly removed my foot from the dark recesses of the boot and shook my boot again. No longer able to cling to the lining of my boot, two crumpled mice tumbled out onto the ground. For a few brief moments words like grody, gnarly, trippin’ and going postal raced through my mind but in the end I regained my senses and carefully felt to see if the rest of the family had already relocated. Satisfied that the boot was now clear, I went about my activities. I reminded myself that if you live in the North Woods and you leave your footwear outside, make sure you remember to shake your booty. If you don’t it might be “crunch time.”