Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in memory of, ahem, The Harlem Shake. Oh, it might have been a quirky little thing when we introduced the world to it a week and a half ago, but that’s gone now. It’s over. The Harlem Shake is Dead. I could not be happier.
I haven’t seen a video meme spread quite as quickly as this one did. All you need is a few minutes of video, a group of willing friends, some weird costumes or masks, and a unique setting. In a house, with a mouse, under a pool, with some stools, humanity has executed virtually every combination of Harlem Shake scenario possible. I realize that by merely mentioning The Shake, I’m perpetuating it somewhat, but I am so glad this thing is winding down.
The internet’s culture is built on people humiliating themselves and doing stupid crap, which the Harlem Shake fulfills to every possible angle. The problem is that it may do so a bit too well. The song alone, a clip from Baauer, is irritating enough on its own, but to have hundreds, perhaps thousands of people shaking their appendages in response to it. Maybe I enjoy people humiliating themselves on a solo basis. Ditch out on skateboards, being laughed at by their peers, so on. To have a whole group, a conspiracy of stupid, get together and pull one of these off, over and over and over, makes me cry. I have no more tears.
And so as we watch this casket descend into the Earth, we will not mourn, we will celebrate and cheer. Forever. Or, until the next meme pops up…