I went to visit my 93 year old grandmother at the nursing home that she resides. For the first time in over a decade, she was in a really good mood. And as I approached her, she was laughing it up with a group of her female friends. However my joy turned to shock when she told me that she was going to have her hip replaced. I wasn’t stunned about her medical decision, but about the fact that she wanted to have it done so she could start twerking. (The thought of what goes on in those senior citizen communities late at night is really disturbing).