The Fist-Bump

In the admittedly few interactions I've had with humans in the past few weeks, I've noticed a trend that struck an odd chord within me.

It was an emotion that used to be expressed with a high-five. Whenever a situation arises that indicates a high-five is imminent, I would reluctantly prepare to reciprocate the “dangling” five before me.

Never would I initiate such a situation, as I tend not to get so excited about a given situation that a high-five was necessary, but there's something about a dangling high-five that defies resistance.

It was really big in the 80s, but in the intervening years between now and then, it has all but fallen out of favor.

Enter Black culture.

They were the first to retire the high-five. They probably came up with the high-five and, once they saw white SoCal surfers using it in completely frivolous situations, were forced to come up with something fresher and considerably less lame.

And thus, according to my fantasy rendering of reality, was born the Fist-Bump.

For awhile, this gesture was shared only among members of the Black community. It crept its way into mainstream culture via rap videos and BET's ComicView. Before long it was on every channel on the dial.

From here, lovable germaphobe Howie Mandel adopted the practice not as a high-five replacement, but as a surrogate for handshaking. Put him on the highest-rated gameshow on TV where contestants show up, pick a number and wait to win a million dollars and bam! You've got yourself a new nationwide phenomenon.

Here's just a handful of situations I encountered over the past two weeks:

I just caught Drew Barrymore doing it on TV while on a date with a weird stalker-filmmaker guy. A whiter specimen she could not be.

At this rate, Black culture has to get to work to figure out a new gesture, and quick. Their latest contribution has indeed become quite lame.

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