Friday, January 28, 2011
“Hippy Dippy” was how the substitute acting teacher kept referring to the morning’s exercise. Hippy Dippy. Hippy. Dippy. “Excuse me,” she had said, hands on her hips, dramatic flare ready to be exercised at any given moment. I needed to be careful. I didn’t want to send this woman into a flamboyant tirade. Or would it be a tirade of flamboyance? Either way, I was dealing with an adjunct professional.
Looking directly at me, she asked, “Why aren’t you participating?” Because you’re a substitute acting teacher, is what I had wanted to say. What I said instead was this: This is a really nice sweater. I don’t want to get it dirty. Now would be a good a time as ever to mention that the morning’s activity was to sit Indian style on the floor, grab your feet with both of your hands and then roll around on the ground (ridiculously) for an unspecified period of time.
I spent the rest of the class period sitting at my desk wondering what the fuck Dippy meant.
Much to my humbled surprise, I discovered that dippy was, in fact, a real word.
–Adjective, -pi·er, -pi·est. Slang.
Somewhat mad or foolish: dippy with love.
It was my assumption (and remember, when assumptions are made, so are asses) that dippy had a close relation to the word dickory. I was shocked and amazed when I discovered that dickory was not a real word. Dickory’s second closest relative was “Dicty,” a word that describes someone’s behavior as high class or snobbish. I’m writing this in a closet right now. It doesn’t get much more un-dicty than that.