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The grinder, the dipper and the plaid in between

Ah, the pure joy that comes from people watching; from observing the male of the species try to win over the female…and from laughing your butt off as the entire episode unfolds. This is what an evening out at a club holds in store for the social scientist in me. Let me begin by stating that last night I went out with friends to help celebrate my brother’s birthday. We went to a club featuring country line dancing and karaoke.

Initial observations were:

  1. 80% of the room wore plaid
  2. 40% of the attendees were over the age of 55 (or at least looked it)
  3. 10% of the men wore cowboy hats
  4. 0% of the dancers smiled

Having taken in these facts, I was drawn to two distinct subjects for a further, more detailed study. The two men were clearly friends, had honed dance skills and were, by all accounts, very fine examples of the male form.

Subject A) The Grinder

Tall, fit and had the dance moves to make the ladies swoon. Add a great big black cowboy hat and The Grinder looked like he stepped right out of a romance novel. It was unclear if he’d come with a particular female, but it was apparent that he would be leaving with one. During a rare slow song about a pickup truck, a mourning brother, and a soldier’s death, The Grinder, well, ground against his female who in turn found the act appropriately respectful – for a slow, sad song about death.

Can I take a moment here? How could she keep a straight face? I would have started giggling so hard that I’d double over and likely start snorting. Nothing relays the deepest depths of despair like a good grind…

Subject B) The Dipper

The Grinder’s less able counterpart was The Dipper. The Dipper was again, fit and handsome though not to the extent of The Grinder. Whereas The Grinder honed in and devoted a large (though not exclusive) portion of his efforts on one woman, The Dipper spread a wider net – pulling women from the periphery of the dance floor. The Dipper never danced with the same woman twice and each encounter included his signature move: the dip, a thrilling and exciting maneuver that his partners apparently enjoyed though this was difficult to discern as, noted earlier, no one smiled whilst dancing.

Again, I would like to note that I would have burst out laughing. Have you ever been dipped? It’s kind of terrifying. Your body does not surrender its equilibrium easily. When you are returned to standing, you are light-headed, giddy and unnerved. Laughter is the natural reaction to such an unnatural move. Not one of The Dippers dance partners even cracked a smile.

Finally, it must be noted that both The Grinder and The Dipper clearly practice their courtship dances in the shared bachelor pad they inhabit. This deduction was derived by the Magic Mike-like performance they burst into when “Indian Outlaw” by Tim McGraw was played.

Conclusion: As ridiculous as their moves were, the entire excercise was successful. You could not help but watch and wonder…Oh, and clearly I have a hair-trigger when it comes to laughing. But really, how can you not laugh?


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If you’re looking for a good time

This was one of the weekend events I look forward to every single year, New York Farm Bureau’s YFR Leadership Conference. I know, guaranteed, that I will laugh constantly, learn much, and feel buoyed by the choices I have made and the path I am leading…No matter how far it is from the path that I intended to travel.

Where to begin? I left Thursday afternoon spouting the mantra I have been holding close to my heart for a few months now: boys are a drug and I’m going cold turkey. I don’t mean all boys, just the stupid ones that seem to seep into your heart and contaminate it, creating some sort of craving for their destructive distance and tragically untapped potential. We can all relate. Though the premise isn’t all together funny, the mantra gets laughs every time.

Thursday night I had my beloved burger (just as good as I remembered) and caught up with Johnna Miller (from American Farm Bureau) who was speaking at the conference on media skills and interactions; something we should all know how to do and be proactive in relationship building. Johnna is phenomenal and I so enjoyed getting to know her better.

Friday was jam packed with meetings in the morning and break-out sessions in the afternoon. The highlights? Our keynote speaker, Barrett Keene, who blew everyone away. Barrett is someone you should all check out and if you ever have the need for a speaker book him and book him NOW. His message of leadership through integrity is honest, informed, and just downright funny. And I don’t mean the hollow sort of chuckle you give to most speakers…I mean the high pitched whinny laughter you get because you are in the most joyful of hysterics.

In truth, though I enjoyed the educational aspects of the conference, it is the chance to laugh that was the most important thing to me. I got to be funny, flirty, and yes, a little dirty. I laughed as I worked, as I danced (especially when I danced), and as I learned. I love to laugh. I love to make other people laugh so hard hard that they can’t see. It brings me the greatest joy in the world. Why don’t I do it every day?

Why is it that most of us don’t get to experience daily those one or two unburdened moments that happen when we laugh? When God graces us with love, pure love, and we laugh with truth and honesty?

A boy makes you question yourself and feel unsettled and unwanted. A man can make you laugh in a way that opens your heart and makes you feel sexy even though tears are smearing your mascara and, let’s face it, a little spit is caught on your lip.

Boys are a drug and I’m going cold turkey. Men make me laugh and laughter is love; that’s better than any drug.

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