As we all know, the Roberts' clan is very talented, dance-wise. I have wondered, here, does John Roberts krump? Well, that's just silly. John Roberts is too old to krump. But he isn't too old to Vogue. Rather, he wasn't too old to Vogue when Vogueing was cool. In fact, JR was something of a Vogueing wunderkind, but he was so old school, so underground, so Old Way, that Madonna didn't tout him on her tour, and he faded out of the scene when he went to DOJ and couldn't really find any good clubs in DC that weren't filled with skinheads and skaterats.
Anyway, years pass, and he gets a call from an old buddy. "JR, honey, we're trying to get rid of that stupid law in Colorado banning bans on discrimination. I recall that you were a lawyer or something, can you give us a hand?" So John pulls his fedora out of the closet and goes on to help win Romer v. Evans. When the briefs are filed and the arguments are made, JR puts the hat back in the closet, changes his phone number, starts shaving against the grain, and hopes to Gawd that those old friends don't tell anyone he helped.
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