tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866592855958472667.post5525302227669013105..comments2016-05-19T02:10:07.388-04:00Comments on Boston Turg Talk: The Clap: 3 Reasons You Love ItUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866592855958472667.post-27991201401127016562011-09-20T19:49:47.187-04:002011-09-20T19:49:47.187-04:00Not something I've thought about -how clapping...Not something I've thought about -how clapping can be satisfying. I know I often resist clapping along -such as when requested by a live performer- because I know I'll soon be out of sync, and then there's the social pressure not to appear enthusiastic.<br /><br />However, I usually clap at the end of movies when the credits roll (in theaters), despite the social disdain of such actions. I feel all the hundreds of people who worked on the film deserve it, even if they never hear it. Especially the gaffers and assistants and grips.<br /><br />I rarely clap along to music when alone. Usually I prefer to dance.<br /><br />Whistling gets me, though, perhaps more than clapping. It's the supposed intimacy. I'm a sucker for that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com