After eating pickles, pizza, pie, and other things that start with "p," I lectured Deb and John on "cheerleading in the 1980s." I had no idea the subject was so pressing until I launched into a three-part comparison. Unfortunately, I could only remember the first part, in which I demonstrated the very robotic motions of early '80s cheers (My sis was a cheerleader. "Cheer for the Lancers, Get into the beat!"). I was trying to get to modern-day cheerleading, which involves more spirals, gyrations, and ass. I never got there. The new Kanye album makes me want to do an aughts-influenced "cheers," with big ass.