She Gangs

Ever since I moved to the Upper West Side three weeks ago, I’ve found that I can’t walk along the sidewalk without hunching over, high-stepping, holding my arms close to my sides, and snapping my fingers in time with the beat of my feet. Not only that, but whenever I meet an obstacle, such as a lamp post, bicycle rack, or shambling streetperson, I am compelled to perform a graceful bit of smooth, choreographed, gymnastic dance steps in order to get around it. Getting around Officer Krupke is another matter altogether, but hey, I suppose I’m just going to have to get used to that if I’m going to become a street tough. And I am.
The question is, though, which street gang do I join? I look more like a Shark (led by the smoldering Bernardo) than a Jet, but I don’t know if that really matters. After all, Tony, the erstwhile leader of the Jets, could have “passed” for a Shark, too, but we all saw where that landed him, didn’t we.
Would you please take a moment to help me decide? (If you have no idea who the Sharks and Jets are, please go back to the East Side. We don’t need you here.)
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Which gang should I join?

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