God I loved that hat.

Remember that episode of Full House when it was discovered that Stephanie had a prodigal talent for la dance? And at first, Danny was hesitant to support her (because it meant lots of rehearsal and expensive classes) but Steph insisted it was what she really wanted to do? So then they went to all of the classes and, of course, Danny ended up WAY more excited than Stephanie, who, it turns out, just wanted to hang out on the couch with her chubby older sister and say "how rude" over and over and over and over again and the conflict suddenly came to a fever pitch when Steph was at a dance competition and got performance anxiety and Danny had to get over wanting her to be the BEST DANCER ever and once they patched things up, Steph did that AMAZING dance?

You know, with the too-short skirt and too-high boots and black crop top and silver sparkly page-boy cap (Somewhere a prepubescent Brit and X-tina were furiously scribbling notes down on Lisa Frank stationary)? GOD THAT WAS THE BEST DANCE EVER! I wanted to BE Stephanie Tanner!

And now, I can re-live that amazing feeling, everytime I hear the Pussycat Dolls' "Wait A Minute," a song which clearly would have moved la Tanner into the most frenzied gyrations her 10 year old body could accommodate. Seriously, I haven't wanted to do the gay-ass dance moves that song compells me to in years - think Janet circa the "Janet" tour and all of those little belly-dancing inspired hip pops and whatnot. Over the years, I've done some pretty faggy things in front of my bedroom mirror... but the things done to this song take the cake.