Rupp rounds up a randy retinue of Contra Rebels. You might be a Contra Rebel if . . .
if you plan your vacation schedule around NEFFA and ContraShock,
if you seek out the chaos contra line,
if you sleep eight to a room at Flurry,
if the majority of your Facebook friends are dancers,
if your self-identification fluctuates between larks, ravens, jets and rubies,
if thrift store clerks where you buy your dresses know you by name,
if dance fliers outnumber family photos on your refrigerator,
if you’ve just added the umpteenth entry to the latest controversy on Stuff Contra Dancers Say,
and you might be a Contra Rebel if you’d rather be at Swingin’ Tern than anywhere else.