The Gospel According to General Synod 29:

“Dance”

When I was in college, I worked at the local late-night pizza joint, Everything But Anchovies. It was owned by a large extended family of what you might have called poor rural working-class whites, except that pizza had made them pretty comfortable. The scion of that family, Charlie, was a middle-aged straight white man, who loved all-you-can-eat pasta, the sports section of the newspaper, and being a male chauvinist/making fun of his waitstaff. Charlie’s many siblings were content to let him run the business while they took their share of profits, so Charlie got to make fun of us a lot.