Tell me about it, stud

When I was growing up, we didn’t have the overwhelming amount of viewable entertainment options that we have now.  In 1992 Bruce Springsteen released a mediocre song called “57 Channels (And Nothin’ On),” which became more and more dated with each passing year since TV channels + Netflix + Amazon + Hulu + YouTube + countless other streaming services = you have to be more jaded than I think is humanly possible not to find something to entertain you.

But before there was all of that, or even 57 channels, there were three network channels and some local options, and they offered movies of the week, in addition to TV shows.  And for a generation of us, there were two movies of the week in virtually constant rotation that we never missed … The Wizard of Oz and Grease.

And as they say in the song, Grease is the word.  It came out in 1978, but we’re still talking about it almost 40 (yes, 40!?!) years later.  In 2016, Grease Live! was a television event that garnered five Emmy awards.  And just recently, a theory circulated through social media that Sandy really died when Danny tried to save her from drowning that summer at the beach and Sandy and Danny taking off in the flying car at the end of the movie is really her going up to heaven after dreaming the whole thing.  (Sorry, whaaaaaa?!?   I just thought it was a visual representation of “and they lived happily ever after.”)

We’re still singing karaoke to “Summer Loving” and dressing up for Halloween as sexy Sandy at the end of the movie, even though we all know intellectually we shouldn’t support the good girl having to slut it up for her man.

Grease 5

And for me, at least, I’m still thinking of Cha Cha DiGregorio, “the best dancer at St. Bernadette’s” (with the worst reputation), whenever I wear a full skirt that I can shake and twirl around.

And so yesterday, when I was wearing this Barbara Casasola black dress with full pleated skirt that I got from Net-a-Porter (www.net-a-porter.com), I couldn’t stop myself from getting outside and having my Cha Cha moment.

Now only to find a Danny Zuko to steal …

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