Welcome to feis dad

Hello, my name is Matt. I have a daughter ... no, make that two daughters ... who LOVE Irish Dance.

There. I admitted it. I’ve come clean.

It's the first step in recognizing I have a problem.

Did I say problem? Well, maybe that’s not quite right.

It’s more like a crisis of epic proportions.

If you’ve got a daughter in novice, prizewinner or championship, you know what I mean. Don’t worry, if you’re just starting this ride, you’ll find out soon enough.

If you don't know what a feis is. you're on the wrong blog. If you do know what a feis is and like it, you're on the wrong blog. If the thought of going to a feis makes you feel queasy, you're in the right place.

So, you're supposed to be here, now what?

Take a look at my first post, titled: Feis Dad Syndrome.

See if you've developed this terrible condition.

If you've got it, don't despair. There is help. I may not offer any right now, but don't lose hope, I'll get to it eventually.

Above all, I am looking forward to your comments, funny stories and helpful suggestions.

Thanks for joining me.

-- feis dad

Blog Posts

The following are posts. Please read, laugh and comment.

-feis dad

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Feis dads throughout history

Just in time to celebrate the 4th of July, I’d like to continue our nation’s policy of incorrectly teaching history to the our children. I’m going to do my part with a new series called Feis Dads Throughout History. Or for those who know me better, A bunch of Crap I Made up in my Spare Time. Either way you look at it, why don’t you join me as I take a stroll down history lane in honor of some of our nation’s most famous feis dads? If you’re actually reading this blog, it’s not like you’ve got anything more important to do, right?

Okay, let’s get strolling. I thought I’d might as well start off big. With the Number One Feis Dad of our country: President George “Wigman” Washington. What? You didn’t know ol’ Georgie was a feis dad? You bet. One of the best. History seems to have forgotten this important aspect of our first President.


George "Wigman" Washington

Back George’s day, Irish dancing and going to feisana was all the rage (sort of like going to the mosh pit when we were young). And George’s little girls did their part too. It was Irish dance this, Irish dance that, Irish dance till George wanted to puke. But George was a good feis dad and supported their addiction. He paid for lessons, helped powder their wigs and spent his weekends at local fesiana (video games wouldn’t be generated for another fifty years so he had nothing better to do).

Not only was he a great feis dad, but what most people don’t know was that it was his affinity toward Irish dance that sparked America’s declaration of independence. And you thought it was about tea and taxation without representation? Not hardly. No one really cares about tea. Not back then, not now (except for the British, but their opinion doesn’t count ever since they made Mr. Bean movies). In reality, the colonists didn’t have a Boston Tea Party, but a Boston Wig Party.

Here’s what really happened. A ship carrying a fresh load of the new “Martha” Irish dance wigs anchored in Boston harbor. But the British evil bad guys, wanted to tax the wigs. Well, being the upstarts we were back then, we flatly refused. The British, not used to having one of their colonies talk back to them, had a little bit of a temper tantrum. They dressed up as Native American's and tossed every last one of those wigs overboard. It was horrible. Over two hundred innocent and curly wigs were thrown into the sea that dark night. All drowned.



The Boston Wig Party

As you might imagine, the colonial dancing daughters and feis moms were furious. They were so mad they demanded our founding fathers do something right then. Our founding fathers, being our founding fathers, decided to take swift and decisive action. They went to the local pub and drank a few pints of dark beer in unrivaled joy that they need not spend another Saturday at a feis listening to accordion music that not even their goat intestine ear plugs could drown out.

Then Mr. Party Pooper (that’s what the founding fathers called ‘ol Georgie before he became famous) told them they had to declare their independence from the evil British or his wife was going to nag him to death. The founding fathers drank a toast to George and silently wished he’d mind his own darn business. But he didn’t and they reluctantly declared their independence and brought up arms against the British.

Initially, those dang Redcoats won battle after battle and our fight for independence looked grim. But once again, Old Georgie came to the rescue. The British didn’t expect him to cross the Delaware River and kick their butts in a little town called Trenton or his army to survive the winder at Valley Forge. But he did. And his secret to success? You guessed it, Irish dance wigs. Our founding father’s dancing daughters saw the nation was in trouble and they donated their old Irish dance wigs to the cause (their old “Elizabeth” wigs were so last century). Washington found that not only did they make an excellent insulating material which kept his army from freezing to death at Valley Forge, but they could be turned into the world’s first WMDs (Wigs of Mass Destruction). His use of wigs during the war gained him the nickname, Wigman Washington. So, it was Washington and his infamous Wigs of Destruction that won the Revolutionary War and for whom we owe our independence. Your teachers didn’t teach you that in school, did they?

Kudos to them.


Washington and his troops keep warm with wigs at Valley Forge


Washington letting his wig fly in the wind as he crosses the Deleware


Cannon firing a WMD


The terrible results of using WMD's against the British

Well, we’ve now reached the end of this history lesson and I’m sure you’ve learned more than you ever wanted to know about our first President and why I shouldn’t drink shots NyQuil while writing a blog.

For our next dive into history, we’ll study the life and times of Confucius (China’s most famous feis dad) and see if the little twerp had any insight into one's daily life.

--feis dad

A serious message from feis dad about being a feis dad

This blog is not to be taken seriously. It’s meant to take a good-natured poke at how Irish Dance affects fathers (something many wives and daughters may not think about).

The reality of the situation is that most dads just don’t get the Irish Dance thing. It’s like asking our wives and daughters why they don’t throw high fives every time our favorite player hits a three-pointer in the playoffs.

I love my daughters, but I just can’t sit through twelve hours of accordion music at feis’ once a month. It is beyond me. And I truly believe that forcing me to do so would make me begin to resent their activity, which none of us want.

BUT, that doesn’t mean I don’t support our daughters in my own way.

That’s exactly what this blog is about. For good or bad, THIS is part of my support for them.

Some may say I’m not a good father if I don’t go to each and every performance or feis. But I believe both my daughters know I think what they are doing is important and good for them even though it’s hard for me to spell feis or oreach … orack … that big national feis thing.

My point in all of this is that although there are some things we just won’t do, I believe real feis dads need to ensure they:

Support their daughter’s (or son’s) love of Irish Dance.

Take interest in how they are doing.

Are excited when they perform well and move up.

Comfort them when they don’t.

Support their activity as much as we can within realistic financial and family obligations

Although we may not understand the specifics (like the difference is between a slip jig and a reel) we take an interest in the general idea

We tell our children we are proud of them every chance we get

Although we make light of some of the aspects of Irish Dance, they are never mean spirited or hurtful

We ensure that our children know what they are doing is important to us

Do what dads do best: build things—practice dance floors, sound systems, etc.

Take them to practices and performances when possible (even if it means missing part of the game, but maybe not if it’s the playoffs).

Again, this blog is not meant to be taken seriously.

No one is perfect. Not even feis dads. If you can’t laugh about it (or about yourself) then you’re missing out.

--feis dad