Teach me how to floss dance
How To Do The Floss & Other Viral Dance Moves
By Jayme Kennedy
Viral dances are all the rage now, but they can be hard to learn! Stay hip to what's cool with these viral dance tutorial videos.
Credit: iStockThe internet is great for so many different reasons. It allows us to stay in touch with people and form new connections. It gives us access to pretty anything we could possibly need or want, at the click of a button. It entertains us and keeps us informed. And lately, the internet has been turning an entire generation of kids into dancers. See, stuff goes viral on the internet all the time, and for all kinds of reasons. A funny meme or post, an interesting video, or someone saying or doing something really dumb - this kind of stuff all as the potential to go viral! But there's a whole new category of viral content that's really taken off in the last few years: viral dances or viral dance moves.
Thanks to apps like Instagram and TikTok and the ability to share video instantaneously, people busting a move can go viral within a day, and then suddenly everyone is trying to learn the newest viral dance craze so they can be part of the In Crowd. But you know what? Learning dances, especially if you're not a dancer, is not easy! This is why we're thankful for YouTube and the amazingly talented people who film and post tutorials for some of these videos.
If your kids (or you, let's be honest) are itching to learn some of the biggest viral dances of the last few years, these videos will help!
6/6 The Whip/Nae Nae
A classic! The whip/nae nae dance went viral on the heels of the song 'Watch Me' by Silentó, which was released in 2015. The accompanying music video gave us our first glimpse at the whip/nae nae, and pretty soon everyone was doing it. It's not a super complicated dance, but who better to learn it from than the man who created the song!
5/6 The Shoot
This is one of those dances that went viral for pretty interesting reasons.
The dance craze originated from a song by BlocBoy JB called 'Shoot', which was released in 2017. But it didn't gain traction until the dance was featured on the super popular video game Fortnite. In the game, it's an emote called the Hype Dance. The dance itself requires a bit of coordination, but this tutorial breaks it down pretty easily.
4/6 The Floss, also known as The Backpack Kid Dance
In 2018, 15-year old Russell Horning shot to fame when he performed his signature dance move on an episode of Saturday Night Live. Horning was featured during a performance of Katy Perry's 'Swish Swish", and did the hip-centric dance wearing a backpack. And the rest, as they say, is history! Since that performance, The Floss (named such because the movements look like you're flossing) has gone mega-viral, even being featured as an emote on Fortnite.
3/6 The Git Up Dance
In 2019, country rap was kind of a thing, and 'The Git Up' by Blanco Brown was super popular.
The dance came straight from Brown himself, too! To promote his song, he filmed himself doing a line dance. The video of the dance first got the meme treatment, then went viral as a dance craze. It even appeared in the video for the song. We'll admit, it's a really fun dance, and we love line dancing!
2/6 The Toosie Slide
We'll be honest, we weren't expecting a song and dance from Drake to end up on this list of viral dances, but here we are! In the spring of 2020, Drake released the lead single off his new album, a song called 'Toosie Slide'. The song is actually named after a social media influencer named Toosie, who originally helped the song go viral. In the video, Drake can be seen doing the Toosie Slide while quaratining in Toronto. TkTok quickly latched on, and pretty soon, the Toosie Slide was the newest viral dance challenge.
1/6 The Savage Dance
Chances are, you have at least seen a video of someone doing the Savage. If you have TikTok, there's absolutely no way you could have avoided it this long.
This viral dance is EVERYWHERE on TikTok. It started as a dance challenge created by a 19-year TikToker from Ohio named Keara 'Keke' Wilson. She choreographed an original dance to a song by Megan Thee Stallion called 'Savage'. She shared the video on her account and encouraged her followers to participate in the Savage Challenge. And then it just sort of exploded. Pretty soon, everyone was doing the Savage - literally EVERYONE. Megan herself, Justin Bieber, Jennifer Lopez, and millions upon millions of TikTok users. If your kids learn one viral dance, let it be this one. The Savage has staying power, and it'll be around for a very long time.
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How do you do the floss dance, who is The Backpack Kid and why is he suing Fortnite?
IT was one of the biggest crazes of the past 12 months - with everyone from sports stars, actors, presenters and Fortnite gamers getting in on the act.
Dubbed the new dab, the move got kids and teens dancing all over the world.
How do you do the floss dance move?
To do the floss dance move, you swing your hips in the opposite direction to your arms - which are in two fists.
After swinging your arms to one side, keeping them straight, you then move one arm behind your back, and bring it back out in front.
Your hips are swinging from side-to-side with each beat.
You then swing your arms out to the other side and repeat the same moves.
Start slowly, and then increase your speed as you get more confident.
Et voila! Parents, you're officially "down with the kids".
Don't worry if you struggle at first. It's harder than it looks, and requires A LOT of coordination.
Who is The Backpack Kid and why is he suing Fortnite?
The floss dance was invented by Insta-famous dancer The Backpack Kid, aka 16-year-old Russell Horning, who has 2 million followers.
He posted a video of himself doing the dance move on August 18, 2016, and it soon racked up tens of thousands of views.
School kid Russell, from the States, is known for his free-flowing dance moves and deadpan expression.
Several YouTubers followed suit with similar videos.
Then on May 20, 2017, The Backpack Kid stole the show on Saturday Night Live, as he did the dance to a live performance of Katy Perry's song Swish Swish.
He even wore his signature rucksack on stage.
In December 2018, Russell announced that he was suing Fortnite publisher Epic Games for using his moves in-game without permission.
A representative for the company said: "We do not comment on ongoing litigation."
Why are some calling for it to be banned?
The craze, which hit new heights in Britain after Tottenham ace Dele Alli celebrated his 22nd birthday with a hilarious attempt at the dance, has led a school in Devon to ban the move.
While Kate Garraway and Charlotte Hawkins embraced their "embarrassing mum" sides on Good Morning Britain, it seems Ilfracombe Junior School is keen to ensure other mums don't follow suit.
The move, which has strong associations with the ultra-popular video game Fortnite, has been accused of being used to "surround and intimidate children" in the playground.
Headteacher Catherine Cox sent out a letter to bemused parents saying: “Fortnite is about the mass killing of other human beings and being rewarded by a dance of celebration if you are successful. One of these dances is called the Nazi dance!"
However, the ban has infuriated parents who took to social media to vent their anger, with one raging: “My daughter is eight. She doesn’t even know what Fortnite is. I find this ludicrous my child now feels this way about a dance.”
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Part 1.
Chapter 1.
I entered the principal's office and sat down. If only my premonition did not deceive me, if only a business trip. Victor Petrovich nodded and asked to wait.
While he is busy, I can tell you a little about myself, because this is usually done at the very beginning of the story.
What to say? I am normal. No kidding. The most, most ordinary girl, of which there are thousands in my city, and you can’t count how many in the whole country. I do not have outstanding talents and abilities, although at school I, for example, danced well. Now only posture and love for marathons in nightclubs are left from dancing. Oh no, I'm not a party girl. I just love to dance. My record is four hours on the dance floor in high heels without a drop of alcohol.
I danced like a clockwork, trying to expel an equally painful past from my sick head. By morning, the past remained with me, but the shoes had to be thrown away. But more on that later.
My appearance is also maximally average. Medium height, medium length blonde hair. Fortunately, a slim figure. At school, I considered myself a gray mouse, which could not but affect my self-esteem. The mouse stayed with me even when at the university I met the coolest guy on the course. Then it seemed to me that Dima is the ultimate dream of every second, but what's there, the first girl. He had the same opinion about himself.
Here I often ask myself the question: why do some immediately self-identify as gray mice or losers, while others - as the kings of this life? The funny thing is that both, seeing each other in the crowd, immediately understand who is who. Dima was a handsome prince in my father's Lexus, and I was a nondescript commoner, to which he condescended.
“Sorry, Sashenka, I had to urgently answer the letter,” Viktor Petrovich said, putting his glasses aside.
I'll tell you later. By the way, Sashenka is me. Very nice.
“It's all right,” I replied.
- How about the October report?
- Literally a couple of strokes and it will be ready.
- Do we spend a lot on advertising? the director asked.
I work as a PR manager in the network of medical clinics "Vita". I am engaged in planning and optimizing the budget for advertising campaigns.
- Within reason, Viktor Petrovich. See for yourself soon. October is even better than September in terms of performance,” I answered confidently.
“Very good…” he said thoughtfully. - Very well. Then finish today or tomorrow with a report, and get ready for a business trip. You will go to Sevastopol. I don't like the way they work in recent months. Whether the budget is drained, or something else. In general, go and find out. Everything is like with Adler in March. Have you been to Sevastopol?
- Never.
- You'll see. Very beautiful city.
For walks, I allow you to allocate a day. Be sure to go to the embankment and to Chersonesus, understand?
I nodded.
- You will receive travel allowances and all documents in the accounting department.
- Thank you, Viktor Petrovich. I will not fail.
- I'm waiting for the report, and on Monday you can move forward. On Friday we have a meeting, all branches will be on Skype. It will be necessary to prepare everything according to Sevastopol. The meeting is at four, time it to make it.
- Good.
- In general, everything. You can go to work. On the phone.
I nodded, trying to hide my joy, and left the office.
How I love my job! Even more I love to travel. Here, perhaps, is the time to tell about yourself in more detail.
My name is Sasha. Alexandra Krylova. I am twenty four. Two years ago, I graduated in advertising and got a job at the head office of a network of medical clinics as a PR manager. For two years of hard work, I have achieved good results not only in the work book, but also in salary.
As it turned out, the complete absence of personal life is rapidly accelerating career growth. From an intern, I turned into a chief PR manager with the prospect of becoming the head of the advertising department next spring. I am a happy person, because I sincerely love my job. It also gives me the opportunity to travel.
When I was five, my parents decided to move south. They were young, and the move from Murmansk to Novorossiysk went quickly and unnoticed. Things were collected in record time, the apartment was sold, and after a few days of travel we ended up in warm Novorossiysk. That road became the starting point of my love of travel.
A five-year-old girl with eyes full of delight, looked out the train window for two days and saw how the landscapes change, how the platforms of unknown stations fly by, and how the threads of electric wires follow the train for an infinitely long time. We got off at major stations, bought some groceries from grandmothers, crossword puzzles and magazines for the journey.
I looked into the seemingly huge hole between the train and the platform, and was terribly afraid to fall into it. Everything changed along the way: the trees, the sun, the weather. Until this age, I had never traveled so far from Murmansk and had no idea that there was something else somewhere.
When we arrived in Novorossiysk, my parents bought a small house in Myskhako1. They gave me a job in the garden, they themselves went to work, and life went on as usual. Soon snowy Murmansk was completely forgotten. Novorossiysk has become my new home. My favorite city is Hero. I think the parents made the right choice.
But there was one “but”. Having moved to live in the south, mom and dad were clearly convinced that we absolutely did not need to go anywhere. The sea - here it is, you can see it from the window. You can walk even in slippers. What else is needed for happiness? We didn't go anywhere. All my forays out of the city were made either as part of school studies, or already as a student with friends.
The lack of movement in space weighed heavily on me. I decided, by all means, to grow up as soon as possible and buy myself a car in order to be able to go where and when I want, regardless of other people's desires, tickets, trains and planes.
And here I am, the owner of an old right-hand drive Toyota, grown up and able to travel. The car was also my old dream, which I realized a year ago. During this year I have already managed to visit a lot of places. There is a certain thrill in coming alone to an unfamiliar city and walking along its streets, realizing that no one knows you there. Such a game of stealth.
I am a purebred introvert weighed down by many tons of love suffering. Traveling has become for me not only a pleasant leisure, but also a way to escape from noisy friendly meetings. My few girlfriends eventually accepted this oddity and, probably, more often were glad of my absence from the company. After parting with Dima, I was frankly unbearable in my suffering.
Well, Dima was just an awesome guy. Now, of course, I no longer think so - everything about him hurt me. And it hurt so well that for three years now I have been alone.
We met in the first year of university, sitting at the same desk in September. Then I wanted to believe that all this was no less than fate, magic and other romantic nonsense. A relationship quickly developed between us. He was the classic son of wealthy parents. Spoiled, selfish and self-confident, but really nothing of himself. Of course, I saw him differently: handsome, bold, funny, charming and terribly sexy. I fell in love like a fool. That's how I behaved all three and a half years of our relationship. How could he have endured me for so long?
At first everything was beautiful: flowers and kisses, walks under the moonlight, promises to always be together, common plans and dreams. We could not live a day without each other, always together - in class and after - in the yacht club, on the beach, in a cafe, at a party.
In general, really everywhere. We were not bored for a whole year, but then the problems began. I believed everything that Dima said, and he loved to say. He always spoke a lot, passionately. Even when the facts screamed to me otherwise, I stubbornly repeated my idiotic "Dima loves only me." Dima loved me, and our classmate Anya, and his neighbor Katya, and probably a lot of other girls that I didn’t even know about.
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Part 1.
Chapter 1.
I entered the director's office and sat down. If only my premonition did not deceive me, if only a business trip. Victor Petrovich nodded and asked to wait.
While he is busy, I can tell you a little about myself, because this is usually done at the very beginning.
What to say? I am normal. No kidding. The most, most ordinary girl, of which there are thousands in my city, and you can’t count how many in the whole country.
I do not have outstanding talents and abilities, although at school I, for example, danced well. Now only posture and love for marathons in nightclubs are left from dancing. Oh no, I'm not a party girl. I just love to dance. My record is four hours on the dance floor in high heels without a drop of alcohol. I danced like a clockwork, trying to expel an equally painful past from my sick head. By morning, the past remained with me, but the shoes had to be thrown away. But more on that later.
My appearance is also maximally average. Medium height, medium length blonde hair. Fortunately, a slim figure. At school, I considered myself a gray mouse, which could not but affect my self-esteem. Even when I dated the coolest guy in my class at university, things didn't change much. Then it seemed to me that Dima is the ultimate dream of every second, but what's there, the first girl. He had the same opinion about himself.
Here I often ask myself the question: why do some self-define themselves as losers, while others - as the kings of this life? The funny thing is that both, seeing each other in the crowd, immediately understand who is who.
Dima was a handsome prince in my father's Lexus, and I was a nondescript commoner, to which he condescended.
“Sorry, Sashenka, I had to urgently answer the letter,” Viktor Petrovich said, putting his glasses aside.
I'll tell you later. By the way, Sashenka is me. Very nice.
“It's all right,” I replied.
- How about the October report?
- Literally a couple of strokes and it will be ready.
- Do we spend a lot on advertising? the director asked.
I work as a PR manager in the network of medical clinics "Vita". I am engaged in planning and optimizing the budget for advertising campaigns.
- Within reason, Viktor Petrovich. See for yourself soon. October is even better than September in terms of performance,” I answered confidently.
“Very good…” he said thoughtfully. - Very well. Then finish today or tomorrow with a report, and get ready for a business trip. You will go to Sevastopol. I don't like the way they work in recent months.
Whether the budget is drained, or something else. In general, go and find out. Everything is like with Adler in March. Have you been to Sevastopol?
- Never.
- You'll see. Very beautiful city. For walks, I allow you to allocate half a day. Be sure to go to the embankment and to Chersonesus, understand?
I nodded.
- You will receive travel allowances and all documents in the accounting department.
- Thank you, Viktor Petrovich. I will not fail.
- On Monday you can move forward. On Friday we have a meeting, all branches will be on Skype. The meeting is at four, time it to make it.
- Good.
- In general, everything. You can go to work. On the phone.
I nodded, trying to hide my joy, and left the office.
How I love my job! Even more I love to travel. Here, perhaps, is the time to tell about yourself in more detail.
My name is Sasha. Alexandra Krylova. I am twenty four. Two years ago, I graduated in advertising and got a job at the head office of a network of medical clinics as a PR manager.
For two years of hard work, I have achieved good results not only in the work book, but also in salary. As it turned out, the complete absence of personal life is rapidly accelerating career growth. From an intern, I turned into a chief PR manager with the prospect of becoming the head of the advertising department next spring.
When I was five, my parents moved south. They were young, and the move from Murmansk to Novorossiysk went quickly and unnoticed. Things were collected in record time, the apartment was sold, and after a few days of travel we ended up in warm Novorossiysk. That road became the starting point of my love of travel.
A five-year-old girl with eyes full of delight, looked out the train window for two days and saw how the landscapes change, the platforms of unknown stations fly by and the threads of electric wires follow the train for an infinitely long time. We got off at major stations, bought some groceries from grandmothers, crossword puzzles and magazines for the journey.
I looked into the seemingly huge hole between the train and the platform, and was terribly afraid to fall into it. Everything changed along the way: the trees, the sun, the weather. Until this age, I had never traveled so far from Murmansk and had no idea that there was something else somewhere.
When we arrived in Novorossiysk, my parents bought a small house in Myskhako 1 . They gave me a job in the garden, they themselves went to work, and life went on as usual. Soon snowy Murmansk was completely forgotten. Novorossiysk has become my new home. My favorite city is Hero. I think the parents made the right choice.
But there was one “but”. Having moved to live in the south, mom and dad were clearly convinced that we absolutely did not need to go anywhere. The sea - here it is, you can see it from the window. You can walk even in slippers. What else is needed for happiness? We didn't go anywhere. All my forays out of the city were made either as part of school studies, or already as a student with friends.
The lack of movement in space weighed heavily on me. I decided, by all means, to grow up as soon as possible and buy myself a car in order to be able to go where and when I want, regardless of other people's desires, tickets, trains and planes.
And here I am, the owner of an old right-hand drive Toyota, grown up and able to travel. The car was also my old dream, which I realized a year ago. During this year I have already managed to visit a lot of places. There is a certain thrill in coming alone to an unfamiliar city and walking along its streets, realizing that no one knows you there. Such a game of stealth.
I am a purebred introvert weighed down by many tons of love suffering. Traveling has become for me not only a pleasant leisure, but also a way to escape from noisy friendly meetings. My few girlfriends eventually accepted this oddity and, probably, more often were glad of my absence from the company. After parting with Dima, I was frankly unbearable in my anguish.
Well, Dima was just an awesome guy. Now, of course, I no longer think so - everything about him hurt me. And it hurt so well that for three years now I have been alone.
We met in the first year of university, sitting at the same desk in September. Then I wanted to believe that all this was no less than fate, magic and other romantic nonsense. A relationship quickly developed between us. He was the classic son of wealthy parents. Spoiled, selfish and self-confident, but really nothing of himself. Of course, I saw him differently: handsome, bold, funny, charming and terribly sexy. In general, I fell in love like the last fool. That's how I behaved all three and a half years of our relationship. How could he have endured me for so long?
At first everything was beautiful: flowers and kisses, walks under the moonlight, promises to always be together, common plans and dreams. We could not live a day without each other, always together - in class and after - in the yacht club, on the beach, in a cafe.
In general, really everywhere. We were not bored for a whole year, but then the problems began. I believed everything that Dima said, and he loved to say. He always spoke a lot, passionately. Even when the facts screamed to me otherwise, I stubbornly repeated my idiotic "Dima loves only me." Dima loved me, and our classmate Anya, and his neighbor Katya, and probably a lot of other girls that I didn’t even know about.
The halo of romanticism dissipated after three years of this strange relationship. Here and there I found obvious signs of infidelity, but according to an old habit, very close to them, I found a lot of excuses. Dima was very amused. Such a fool - she loves him and closes her eyes to betrayal with all her might!
But the already started process of distrust could not be stopped. Once I felt a sharp pain of betrayal somewhere in the chest area. It hurt to breathe. I even went to the doctor, but no intelligible diagnosis was given to me. Then Dima apologized.
He said that this would not happen again, and of course I believed him. But a few months later, I received another blow in the gut. And again the same rake: he apologizes, I believe. I believe because I'm used to believing what they tell me. After all, if he told me right away that he no longer loves me, it would be honest, and he would immediately become free. But Dima thought otherwise. Why give up something when it doesn't bother you too much? I did not make scandals, did not rush with a screech at his girlfriends. I can imagine how they all laughed at me.
So, the second time I forgave him too. But in my soul, something has already died. Sometimes I felt like I could breathe easier without it. I have grown to Dima with all my skin. It was impossible to break away, and he continued to use me. Even realizing that something was wrong between us for a long time, I painfully loved him.
At night I woke up from nightmares. I dreamed about cheating. It was these obscenely realistic dreams that put an end to our relationship.
It was simply unbearable. Every night I went to bed with a shudder, expecting a new porn dream involving my boyfriend and all the girls in Novorossiysk.
Dima was officially finished in one evening. I deleted all his contacts from my life and got rid of everything he gave me. There is a good anecdote when a girl, parting with a guy, wants to throw away gifts, but then stops: it’s not the teddy bear’s fault that the guy turned out to be an asshole. I threw everything away and finally was able to sleep.
It was much more difficult with personal meetings, because then we were writing a diploma, and sometimes we met at the university. This was the most painful thing. Despite the sound voice of reason, my soul - as if tightly sewn to it - was sick and thirsty for meetings. We did not communicate, but I so wanted him to speak to me first. Falling asleep, I dreamed that he would return and, finally, appreciate me.
My best friend Lena, with whom we had been together since school, immediately after the breakup arranged for me an intensive therapy course and “treated” me for a whole year, but it seems that she still hasn’t “discharged” me.
She had everything in her arsenal: a radical change in image, shopping, blind dates, searching for new hobbies. I have to admit, some things have worked. My wardrobe was filled with stylish outfits, for the first time I began to like myself in the mirror. But most importantly, I finally stopped waiting for Dima to return. My self-esteem has grown many times, but along with this, a feeling of distrust for every man appeared, and a clear feeling that happy love happens only in stupid movies. In my early twenties, I became mentally handicapped. I'd rather be alone for the rest of my life than go through this again.
After shedding a fair amount of tears into my pillow, one morning I went out onto the balcony and saw a picture that absolutely amazed me with its purity and power of life. Novorossiysk awakened from sleep. Above the sky-blue expanse of the Tsemess Bay there was a haze, gradually dissolving in the rays of the morning sun. Rare cars were already in a hurry to go about their business.
Birds chirped, the wind rustled the green foliage under the windows. As if I hadn't noticed this before! Everything was so bright, new and juicy that I finally realized that my life goes on. The past no longer has power over me, I have safely closed it in the secret room of my soul.
Life went on as usual, I had an interesting job, separate (rental) housing, car, trips. My heart tried with all its might to fence off the slightest opportunity to fall in love, as if from a dangerous disease. However, I soon realized that things were not so simple. My mind seemed to split in two. There were two of me, but if you dig deeper, then, perhaps, even three. The first me, in spite of everything, believed that love and happiness were still waiting somewhere ahead, because everything could not end so soon. The second I was skeptical, and already knew the opposite in advance - all this is nonsense, you should not flatter yourself. Swimming, we know. And the third me was just me, which could not but state the existence of two other "I" with diametrically opposed opinions.
