Every generation has a signature dance. You might even say that every generation must live with its own “dorky dance” stigma. Anyone remember the “Twist?” The “Conga?” The “Hokey Pokey?” The “Funky Chicken?” About fifteen years ago you could not go anywhere — a party, a wedding reception, a baseball game — without being bullied to “Do the Macarena with Me.”

The Macarena might have been a good ice-breaker at youth camps, or a way to get your blood moving again during the Seventh Inning Stretch. But is was definitely a ‘dorky dance.’ Hence its popularity: it was easy, repetitive, and anybody could do it. Except, famously, Al Gore. When “doing the Macarena” livened up the Democratic National Convention in 1996, Al, it seems, revealed his terminally “Baptist feet.” He “did the Macarena” witho…