I can't stop laughing at her list of dances, particularly the "Oh No, I've Lost My Skeleton", and the "Get It Off Me", a dance I witnessed first-hand at the Fox Theatre in Atlanta during a particularly feverish, dissonant, chaotic, and fucking brilliant Maze. The guy was having a really bad trip. We locked eyes after the song; he was all bug-eyed and sweaty. I, in the throes of a trip wholly different than his, told him everything was going to be okay; and then came Guyute. I didn't see him again after that.

To Summer's credit, she's very self-aware, and that's a trait with which most of the population are unfamiliar. She knows she's a music snob, and she is aware that she is doing her damnedest not to enjoy herself.