Dancing on my Own

Something which I do quite frequently. And I do love it. But that's beside the point because there's a rather interesting and comical take on Robyn's "Dancing on my Own" by The Guardian. Made me giggle.

The thing is, we all love Robyn: sad little disco robot Robyn with her wonky teeth and interesting hairdos; unlucky-in-love Robyn and her winsome hopes for true happiness. And because we love her and want to rescue her from The Club and give her a non-sexual cuddle and tell her everything will one day be OK, we conveniently ignore – as friends do – the fact that she is behaving like a total nightmare ex.