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by George
Rated: E · Article · Comedy · #2215743
Tripping in anthromorphism
The Gyrating Weenie
An Exercise in APM


I placed a frozen hot dog in a saucepan of boiling water today, and I’d like to tell you about that. Let me start by conceding that there’s probably a perfectly good scientific explanation for what I observed. But I’ve been experiencing minor scientific burnout lately, so we’re not going to go there. About all I’ll say on that score is that, throughout the time it was immersed, the weenie rolled back and forth, back and forth in the boiling water.

The question, of course, is why? I’d like to write down some reasons that occurred to me. My purpose is to demonstrate how differently an event can be described when we practice that most ancient of human pursuits, anthropomorphism (a big word that Webster defines as “an interpretation of what is not human or personal in terms of human or personal characteristics.”) I’ll abbreviate it as “apm.”

Ideally I should be recording the (anthropomorphic) interpretations of many people, and not just myself. Better still, I should have gotten the opinions of a bunch of children. Children are without equal when it comes to apm. The important thing for now, though, is that all of the apm’s I’m about to relate to you made perfectly good sense, and were a lot more fun than trying to describe the rolling thing scientifically.

My first thought was that the hot dog was in agony, rolling to and fro in the boiling water.

“Poor thing!” I cried out. (You see how quickly this apm stuff becomes real to us.) But as I waited (remember, this was a frozen wiener to start with), I began to think.

"Why this dog isn’t in agony at all. It’s in ecstasy!" After sitting in my refrigerator’s freezer for I don’t know how many months (or years) the frank was rolling around in the warm water in sheer delight! It hit me about then that I (not the wiener ... at least not yet) was on a roll! What were the other possibilities?

As it turned out, I had a classical CD playing, and my next thought was that this dog was pretending it was conducting a symphony orchestra. And why not? I’ve been known to do that myself (when nobody’s looking, of course). I also dream that I’m a great pianist. But that’s another story.

My next thought was very disquieting. It suddenly became clear that this wayward wurst was flirting with me. Like a doll at the beach, it rolled back and forth, daring me not to pay attention to it. Hm-m-m. But nah, that one didn’t fly. No hips. No ... but you get my drift.

Perhaps this crazy hot dog was feeling cooped up and was pacing back and forth like a caged lion at the zoo. Atavistic anxieties ... the kind that our distant ancestors might have felt as they cowered in caves at night ... raised the hairs on the back of my neck. This thing might jump out and go for my throat any moment! But wait a minute! Go for my throat with what? No mouth! (I verified this by peeking in over the saucepan’s edge.) Anyhow, it’s the eatee ... I’m the eater here!

This thought of course reminded me of why I was standing there: I was hungry! But a weenie with a cold center (not to mention a cold heart) just doesn’t cut it. So I decided to play it safe and wait another minute. Time for one more apm. Just when I thought the well had gone dry, it hit me! This dog wanted to relieve itself! Like a kid doing the potty dance, it seemed to be whining, “Please, Mommy, I’ve got to go now-w-w.” When I thought about it, this apm made the most sense of all. For I’d read in more than one health book what hot dogs are stuffed with. (Why I continue to love them I’ll never know. There was that bully who once told me that I eat sh ... NO! Enough already! You’re ruining a good thing here, man.)

OK, time to lift this puppy out of the water. With my trusty tongs I place it in a bun, on a bed of chopped onions. Ah-h-h, lots of mustard (just in case). You prefer ketchup? Get your own hot dog!

And now for that first bite. Yes-s-s! But what was that little squeak? Did I hurt the poor th ... STOP IT! Enjoy! It’s only a weenie!

(I think I’ll fix a hamburger tomorrow.)
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