I absolutely hate flying. I would far prefer teleportation. Of course, we’re not there yet. Or are we? This weekend, I flew out to Seattle from New York. The security lines were over an hour long. Luckily, I had my shortcut options. Still, the line was atrocious. I haven’t seen anything like it in a while.

Then, the lounge had two lines of people waiting to get in. This was not fun. I really wasn’t looking forward to the flight. I had my cocktails and then boarded the plane. I must say the flight attendants showed real teamwork that I haven’t seen in a while. But that is a story for another time.

As I sank into my seat, I started to scroll through the television screen and found, happily enough, one of my favorite movies ever. That’s right, I was able to watch Dirty Dancing. I then felt at ease. I felt comfortable. I felt less anxious. I’ve seen this movie so many times. And, to be honest with you, I have no idea why I like it so much. I don’t understand how I don’t tire of it. I watched a documentary once of the making of Dirty Dancing, and the interviewees noted how the movie encompassed many political aspects. I’m not too sure that’s what has my attention. It also has a sweet coming of age and a love story. I’m not too sure that is what hooks me.

It just does.

I must say it was somewhat funny to watch this movie on the plane when others around me – mostly men – tried not to look at the screen.

It takes a special group of people to love this movie 30 years out. I’m glad to be part of that group.