To all Men who love to hoop. I would like to welcome you to the (thankfully) girl-dominated world of hula-hooping (you cant argue with the shakin hips and exposed bellies). Still as men, we have to hold our ground. Part of that is calling it Hula-hooping - not hooping. "Hooping" is too cool, it's as if we're trying to pretend it's not that girls toy everyone remembers from the playground. leave "cool" for the girls, you know the ones, the "I am just casually spinning my hoop, not trying to get anyone's attention...here, in the middle of this park, on a sunny Saturday, wearing my 'hoopin' outfit which aint nothin but two band-aids and a cork, plus the compulsory boots with fur" ....you get the point, just leave cool to the girls. We men, on the other hand, are not fooling anyone. We're grown men who love hula-hooping- we are ridiculous and absurd; the way of the goof ball is written in the cards for us. Now Matt Plendl has the best spectacle hoop act in the world, but he is totally gay and lovin it- so he's not really gonna be our spokesmodel (sorry Matt). We have to accept the absurdity of being men in a girls sport- emmerse yourself in the absurdity- bath in it like the blood of a rubber chicken. then and only then can you be at one with the centrifugal force. And you will be invincible! I am Dizzy Hips; the Hula-Hoop Man, gyrating my hips with a girly toy for a living and by-golly i am proud of it. Who among you will join me?