I’ve noticed a very disturbing trend over the last few days: people are actually entering “Michael Flatley” as a search term and winding up here.
Most of us lead busy lives. Most of us have unique interests, but I can’t imagine what the hell type of person would every want to search the internet for information on Michael Flatley? Did you lose a bet? Are you trying to make yourself feel better about yourself because you don’t prance around in leather pants with that stupid headband wrapped around your head?
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I just don’t get it. Someone please explain to me why people want research Michael Flatley.
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They love his saggy man tits.
I’m not going to even lie. I don’t have a CLUE who the hell that is. LOL
I would not know how to even spell his name without a FireFox Plug-in, however my guess: Power of G-A-Y.
haha this makes me think of the Friends episode where Chandler admits to being completely freaked out by Michael Flatley.
And wowsa. those pants are hot!!
It’s the trivia episode!
Ross: WHat phenomenon does Chandler Bing claim, quote “Scares the bejesus out of him” unauote.
Monica: Ooh! Ooh! Michael Flatley, Lord of the Dance.
Joey: The Irish jig guy?
Chandler: His legs flail about as if independent from his body!
I truly have no effing clue. Sure he can do that river dance thing very well but, once you’ve seen that, I don’t think he has any marketable skills.
Michael Flatley can riverdance.
However, once you’ve seen that one-trick pony, the honeymoon’s over, and there’s really nothing else about the man that is interesting in the least.
To be completely scary-type honest with you, I’d prefer to watch Jon & Kate before watching Flatley try to dance yet again for folks.
And I hate the Gosselins with a serious serial-killer passion.
Um, no. That is totally wrong on so many levels.
1) No one-trick pony. He is a MENSA Member, The Golden Gloves Champion Boxer, and the All-Ireland Champion flautist, so don’t get me started on one-trick ponies, pinhead.
2) TRY to dance? Okay, if your so smart, let’s see your Saint Patrick’s Day. Oooh, you’re so good, you should go up INSTEAD of Michael Flatley at his next show! That’s what I thought. The only people who appreciate his work are people with brains and people that dance and understand how hard it is. Obviously, you fall under neither category. Hypocrite.
And, Last but not least,
3) IT’S NOT RIVERDANCE. RIVERDANCE IS A F***ING SHOW, NOT A STYLE OF DANCE. ITS IRISH DANCE, MORON.
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How do you NOT know who Michael Flatley is? How do you not recognize THE Lord of the Dance? How so you not remember him from the homo-erotic commercials for his shows (River Dance anyone?) featuring him dancing about half naked, surrounded by red-headed guys and girls dressed like the Lucky Charms leprechaun?
I bet slutty green crayon and her song-writing friend would have a lot to sing about on this subject.
I think its cuz anyone that can dance like that makes you wonder what he can do in bed =) * yes Im a pervert*
Michael Flatley is an inspiration
And I have a lot to say to all of you homosexual haters. But I’ll keep it short(ish):
Some of us actually irish dance. And it’s our life. I have given up my life for dance. I go to dance class right after I get home from school and don’t leave until 8:30 at night. That’s four and a half hours of dance… Per day. I go to dance 6 days a week. I get Sundays off. Other than that, I have almost no time for anything else. I eat sleep breathe sweat BLEED dance. Do you know who else did that?
Michael Flatley.
His family was poor. Extremely poor. His dad dug ditches for a living. But he won nationals when he was 15. His first dance teacher kicked him out, told him he was too old because he started when he was 11. Most people start by the time they’re 5, earlier. After dancing for five years, he swept into new York city and took the national title from two dancers in new England. Nobody there knew who he was either. Their mistake. He took them by suprise and won doing it.
He won Worlds at 17. Most people don’t even go to worlds. Its the top 3 in America. And he went as number 1. And won. Against IRISH PEOPLE WHO HAVE DANCED SINCE THEY WERE THREE.
For those of us who dance like the movement is air, who give up our lives for the slim chance that we will someday get THERE – to his level, where he is the greatest dancer there ever was, and ever will be, for those of us who care about dance and only dance, who only eat dinner every other night because we dance so late and sometimes come home and crash and sleep until school the next morning, who sleep with gauze and bandaids all over our feet because of blisters from breaking in new hard shoes, who wear flip flops in the dead of winter because sneakers rub against our calluses, for those of us who refuse to get pedicures because they will REMOVE our calluses, which protect our feet from the shoes, Michael Flatley is an inspiration and a legend. If he wasn’t into his 50’s, I’d marry him given half the chance. So for all of you haters who sit here talking about his “saggy man tits” (for your information, he loses 8-10 pounds every time he performs, so f**k off he has more muscle and bone than body fat) and how gay he is (he’s been married twice, both time to women, again f**k off) you can all just sit here and feel sorry for yourselves because you don’t have the talent of a four year old. If someone asked you to do a hornpipe, you’d probably gape and shuffle your feet around a bit looking like a f**king moron. None of you have a hundredth of the passion, drive, or talent that he does. But you wish you do.
There isn’t a word awful enough to end this, so I’m just going to say f**k all of you, and leave Michael Flatley alone.
if you have ever heard “another irish drinking song” from youtube, you will know why.
Michael Flatley. And Riverdance had a huge fight, they’re completely separate and continually sabotage each other’s shows. Never to be put in the same sentence. Ever. As you see I narrowly avoided there with my strategically placed period.
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