The guilt of gaming
By Katie Toussaint | September 15, 2011I spent the better half of my Labor Day morning dancing to the Pussycat Dolls. I'm not the most skilled when it comes to interpretive dance, so I was utterly spastic when I tried to imitate the movements of the dancing silhouette on the screen. The Wii Dance disc was whirring in the disk drive and, according to the score, the 7-year-old boy I was babysitting was out-grooving me. I lost that round and relinquished the controller to the 4-year-old when Ke$ha kicked in for the next sequence of shimmying.