When my daughter was in eighth grade, she attended a class party at which the entertainment was DJ X*. She went to an all-girl school, so DJ X was the only male on the premises. He was handsome and charismatic, so when, during a break between songs, DJ X asked the girls to follow him on Twitter, they all did. The girls were dancing and having a lovely time, but you know how the young people are: even when they’re at a party with all their friends, they’re still looking at their phones. So they noticed when DJ X tweeted, “Shoot me now. I’m at a party of eighth-grade girls.”
DJ X detected a noticeable chill in the atmosphere after that tweet went out. One of the girls said, “DJ X? More like DJ WHY?”** He still had 90 minutes to go before the end of the party.
I thought this faux pas might be a #dagger in the heart of DJ X’s career. But I just googled him, and he still seems to still be at it, ten years later. Chastened, no doubt, but still doing what he loves best. Raise a toast to DJ X.
#inktober2023
*DJ X is not his real name. It’s not even his DJ name.
** She didn’t actually say this. But she did make a similar pun on his actual DJ name, which we aren’t using in this story.