Synchronized Twerking As an Art Form

Here is the K-pop (Korean pop) dance team Waveya, led by Ari and Miu, synchronized twerking to Dvorak's Symphony Number 9, Allegro con fuoco.  I think they do it very well; and hopefully this should cause some readjustments regarding twerking.  It's not just for Miley Cyrus!  When choreographed well, it reaches into the realm of high art.

K-pop is an interesting topic to delve in, for those that are interested.  It has a lot of catchy music with great beats!

To Scent or Not to Scent

I must admit to being a complete novice when it comes to perfumes and other scents; partly due to the gaudy bottles and the often provocative brand names.

Yes, there is even a perfume called Provocative!  But some perfume names are nebulous.  Take My Sin.  Now this long-available scent implies some moral failing on the part of the wearer; but without being specific.  Is the sin in question dressing like a skank, claiming a questionable deduction on one's taxes, or merely telling a white lie?  The nonspecific name implies some sexual failing; but it's entirely left to the purchaser's imagination as to what that happens to be.  Maybe claiming an orgasm that didn't occur.

This perfume seems, on the face of it, to be a sure male-pleaser.  It's called Bacon; and it replicates the odor of bacon.  And who does not like bacon?  This might even be okay for the perfume Nazis who pop up in work places or schools with their movements to forbid the use of scents.

Now this one also holds promise, at least with foodies.  Why not smell like Stilton cheese?  There does not seem to be an analogous scent for the cheddar crowd.  Too bad!

Jammie Nicholas, in what surely be the ultimate in coming up with sources of scents for perfumes, Nicholas has developed one using extract from his own poop!  Would this be the ultimate eau de toilette?  Anyway, he produced 85 bottles that were to be sold at $80 each, and actually sold 25 of them.  This perfume might serve to promptly clear out powder rooms, provided the wearer could get sensory adapted to her own scent.

Actually, several years ago country singer Sammy Kershaw had a brand of cologne that was based on Sammy's sweat!  Now while underarm scents are an active source of pheromones, I don't know if I would like to respond to the smell of a country singer!

As an aside, apparently Napoléon wrote to Josephine, "Don't wash, I am coming home."  Perhaps this was one of the sources of the calumny regarding the French and bathing.

Of course, for more somber occasions, you can mimic the smell of a funeral home:

For the perfume extremist, there's even a Hello Kitty perfume, presumably intended for small girls but might even serve for a young woman in her 20's.  After all, the male wearers of Axe or other scents probably do not have sophisticated palettes when it comes to feminine scents.

Living in Sin as an Accepted Lifestyle Choice

According to census data, the percentage of individuals in their 20's who constitute unmarried, cohabiting couples has risen dramatically:

About 54% of couples who subsequently marry had cohabited before tying the knot.  And in college communities, unmarried couples living together is too common, with or without benefits, to warrant comment.

As a consequence, society more or less tends to be less reproachful of those who live together without explicit sanction by either church or state.  Even parents, except among the extremely religious, possibly fundamentalist, parents.  Even grandparents seem to grudgingly accept this new reality.

Will this result in new social institutions?  After all, for a long time society has favored the married state as the ideal; yet it seems to grudgingly accept the reality of a couple (whether two sexed or single sexed) living together without official status by using certain descriptive terms.  Now let's see: "live with," "be roomates with," "have relations," "play house," "share an address," "take up housekeeping," "share light housekeeping," "shack up," "live illegally," "live in sin, " and so on.  Only the last two carry negative valences.

 Well, this is 2014, last time I looked.  People are more accepting of this practice.  Do you ever remember anyone fined or jailed for fornication?  Even the word has an old-fashioned sound to it!

When a couple decides to move in together, they ought to do it in style.  Celebrate it with a party, and serve a fine prosecco and cheese.  Or maybe a red velvet cake!  The male roommate should carry the female roommate across the threshold of the door, to the applause of all!  She should, of course, wear a long white dress!

I have a further modest proposal:  Develop a simple cohabitation ceremony, where the happy couple exchange apartment or house keys to mark their newly-acquired cohabitation status.  Naturally, the father of the female cohabitee could give her away at the ceremony.

And her girl friends could have a lingerie shower for her!

And maybe sympathetic aunts that do needlepoint can make a sampler suitable for hanging in their apartment:

Oleander Beach Prepares for Spring Break

While some Florida Spring Break destinations such as Panama City, Destin, and Daytona Beach have achieved huge reputations, other communities have through various restrictions tended to discourage a sizeable number of hormone-stimulated college students from their post-Winter festivals.

Not so Oleander Beach.  A few years ago the local Catholic Church sponsored a "Blessing of the Bikinis" ceremony (not strictly canonical) that drew a modest crowd.  Modest, that is, in terms of numbers.  Local businesses tried to add Bingo tournaments, but these did not go over very well with the early 20's crowd.  (Apparently that dog was not popular among Northerners seeking tans before returning to the grind of academe.)

So the various members of the Oleander Beach Chamber of Commerce decided to re-tool  A fact-finding group looked into what college visitors do in Spring Break destinations, and decided that, what the hell, it does bring in revenue.  Several groups launched similar attractions.

For example, the Church of the Second Coming sponsored a wet t-shirt contest, and gave each participant a blue t-shirt top that was emblazoned with the message, "I am Heaven Bound.  Wet T-Shirt Participant."  Ultimately, the winner of the contest, as per the new tradition, afterwards lead the audience in singing the hymn, "How Great Thou Art."  Participants were allowed to keep their tees afterwards; and most took them back to State U. after they were dried and subsequently worn on the campus as the days got warmer.  That livened up the typical psych or sosh class.

The Methodists had their own contest: a combination of curling and a teeny weeny bikini contest.  This was especially geared  for the snowbirds from Canada who came in numbers to Oleander Beach.  In the spirit of fun, Her Honor the Mayor also participated, giving her City Council something to think of.  (Was she secretly a Canadian?)

Finally, the Men's Club sponsored a Belly Flop Contest at a motel's swimming pool.  This was well-attended.  Not a flop at all.

Oleander Beach sponsored a beach volleyball team; and would regularly play nearby teams from Alabama Beach, Sea Nettles Beach, and Pirate's Cove.  They looked trim in their fine uniforms with the initials "O B" on both the front and back..  That was all the letters their uniforms had space for.

Several package stores increased the size of their beer coolers.  And the City Council did allow beer on the beach, provided the cans were properly stowed in convenient trash bins.  Several fire pits gave the visitors places to congregate and have beach fires, if desired.  Of course, firewood was sold at a premium.

Of course, in any Spring Break location, some visitors might get out of hand and be arrested.  The local Oleander Beach hoosegow gave small fines to their clientele, and required them either to sit on benches in the separate but equal men's and women's time-out rooms, or to pick up trash on the beach.  Yes Sir, Yes Sir, three bags full.  The local jail might suggest to those who haven't seen it to be a place with stone walls and bars on the window; actually the two holding "cells" were more like a doctor's office waiting room, complete with out-of-date magazines but no CNN.  The local attorney opinioned that subjecting prisoners to CNN involuntarily would be cruel and unusual punishment.

The jail also sold t-shirts with the message, "Property of Oleander Beach Jail."  These were extremely popular with Ohioans and Indianans who wished to be seen as having a wild and wooly Spring Break.  Image is important with young adults.

As a matter of fact, the fact-finding committee observed that it was de rigeur for t-shirts to be available to attest to rowdy activities.  The staid old t-shirts having only the name "Oleander Beach" or perhaps a sports fish just did not have the proper souvenir punch!  One savvy t-shirt silk screener even came out with a line of different-hued tees with cryptic messages such as "34B," "36C," "38DD," or other choices.

University students stopped being subtle in 2007.

"The Foole Doth Thinke He Is Wise....."

"The Foole doth thinke he is wise, but the wiseman knowes himselfe to be a Foole."
              --William Shakespeare, As You Like It

Several years ago, David Dunning and Justin Kruger of Columbia University reported the existence of a pattern of cognitive bias in people who are less competent.  Specifically, 

1.  Less competent people tend to overestimate their own level of skill;
2.  Fail to recognize genuine skill in others;
3.  Fail to recognize the extremity of their inadequacy;
4.  Recognize and acknowledge their own previous lack of skill, if they are exposed to training for that skill.

In short, they think they're doing well, even when they're really substandard in performance.

There are undoubtedly numerous examples of this in everyday affairs: people who have very unpleasant singing voices thinking they sing like songbirds, actresses who, though dumb as pig tracks, feel that they are especially able to give others advice or write poetry, NY Times columnists who see themselves as universal commentators or advice mongers, clergypersons who deem themselves practical advisors to engaged or married couples about their finances or coupling, and so forth.

And, of course, Congress!  Or, for that matter, the Executive Branch of the government and the greater number of state legislatures!

Dunning and Kruger's observation of this cognitive bias among less competent is referred to as the Dunning-Kruger effect.  Those researchers were awarded an Ig Nobel Prize in 2000 by fellow researchers who thought their phenomenon was amusing. 

But it holds water.  For example, consider some of the guys who repeatedly use ineffective pick-up lines.  You would think that they would change their strategy, given their singular lack of success.  But no!  They use the same stupid lines over and over again.

4:20

Good times, all!

And Happy Easter!

What Really Constitutes a Date

There's the old rule, don't permit him to kiss you on the first date.  While I personally feel that rule is about as useful as the "keep all feet on the floor when making out," there's the definitional criterion for "date."

Accordingly, Angel, Mistress of Love Advice and Dress Ensemble Advice to New Orleans tourists, offers the following criteria.

1)  It's a date if either of you asks the other on it, whatever the activity might be.  This would include coffee and beignets in the Café du Monde  coffeehouse, a dinner date, a movie, even in a neighborhood theatre, drinks at a club, even to shoot rats at the dump.

2)  While it is not mandatory, it is good form to pay the way for the person being asked.

3)  There is no effective time criterion for a date.  Theoretically, you could have a ten-minute date.  Come to think of it, that's what speed dating is about.  However, that's more of a novelty in becoming acquainted with large numbers of people in a short amount of time.

4)  If either of you is getting paid, it is not a date.  It's an arrangement that might be of interest to the Vice Squad.  Sorry boys, you did not have a date with Gisele before you arrested her.

5)  If it involves politics or heavy lifting, it is not a date.  For example, you may ask her to help you push your car to the station, but that does not constitute a date!

6)  Being in the audience of the Jerry Springer Show does not constitute a date.

7)  The necklace rule:  If the occasion gives her an excuse to wear a necklace, then it is a date.

On the average, people have only 12 minutes to impress someone on a first date, according to research.  The most important factors are a person's smile (64 per cent), whether they make eye contact (58 per cent) and their tone of voice (25 per cent).

Two putting off factors were body odor (59 per cent) and bad breath (53 per cent).

A Risqué French Cartoon

 

A Perfect Woman


1.  Mama, I am going to divorce."
2.  "And why?  Does she not cook very well?"
3.  "Oh yes, Mama, her cooking is almost as good as yours."
4.  "Is she not kind?
5.  "Yes, Mama.  She is very kind,"
6.  "Then, does she drink?"
7.  "Nothing but milk."

8.  "Is she not good in bed?"
9.  "Well, some say that yes, others no."



The Boob Fairy

The Boob Fairy

A song by Deirdre Flint

When I was in my teenage years, I did just what I should,
I listened to my mother and I was kind and sweet and good.
And my friends and I did rituals and I prayed with all my might
That this would be the evening that she'd stop along her flight.
Well, that was several years ago and that chick's long overdue,
And it's time I came to terms with something plainly clear to you.

The Boob Fairy never came for me.
No, the Boob Fairy never came for me.
Okay, I'm spunky and I'm cute and I've got a great personality,
But the Boob Fairy never came for me.

Well, we were the third house on a country drive, I thought
Maybe she just got lost, so I hung my bra on the mailbox
Til the neighbors took it off.
And all my friends got visits and expanded through the years
And left me wailing to the gods buying training bras at Sears.
Still I harbor hopes, she'll come for me, I know she will.
I'd get 'em done myself, if she'd agree to fit the bill.

The Boob Fairy never came for me.
No, the Boob Fairy never came for me.
Look, I wasn't wanting melons, just a cute curvaceous "B,"
But the Boob Fairy never came for me.

The Prophetess Weighs in on Celibate Clergy

It's a hard time for faithful Catholics, with all the bad news of misconduct of priests doing awful things with children, and it has cast a total pall of discontent and suspicion even among the fervent Catholics such as the ladies of St. Cletus's Altar Society in New Orleans.  Now it seems that our Prophetess, despite some  rough edges and an unpromising start, has managed despite her youthful status to become imbedded in the doings of her church in addition to her official street roles as a preacher, traiteur and occasional equine handicapper!  She's very much the modern gal: she can balance several roles with no trouble.  Nevertheless, she had been comfortable being in the background.  And, believe me, cher, the ladies of the Altar Society were glad for that!

Once they had a meeting, with the guest speaker being some big muckety-muck Monseigneur from the Archdiocese.  Now this is the way that the Catholic Church works, the Archbishop sends some minion with official status to mend fences, as needed.  It's as if the sight of an avuncular chubby man wearing a red trim on his clerical garb will cause the ladies to swoon!  Ah, but that was strictly old church.  The ladies of St. Cletus somehow missed the memorandum.

The discussion that the unsuspecting Monseigneur was asked to moderate was on clerical celibacy; and the official line is that it's a good thing, not to be changed because it makes priests special!  Anyway, it was originally touted as a discussion, but it had a planned agenda.  It was to go to a specific destination like the St. Charles Avenue streetcar does. 

But in the course of discussion, our girl felt the spirit move her . . . . She offered her perspective as a prophetess.  Oh, oh!  Storm warning!

"Ah, mes amis and Mister Monseigneur . . . . [Madeline drifts back and forth from French to English when excited.]  The problem with the loss of priestly vocations, and the pedophile priests . . . . this is part of a big picture.  The problem, I see it, is that we do not get many new priests of quality and many that we have become, er, cagou because they do not have proper wives to steer them!  And anyway, why not have women priests as well?  Or even a woman bishop?  It is the celibacy thing, that is the cause!  If the young priests would get the sex thing out of their system at an early age, and the priesthood made more attractive for normal guys, then they would come.  At least the ones that are okay with wearing priest's clothes!"

The alarmed Monseigneur was alarmed at this naked display of nonorthodox opinion.  Should he pull out a crucifix to ward off this possible heretic?  He tried to save things by falling back on the usual saws about adherence to sacred vows, but Madeline went on.  And some of the other ladies jumped in too, including those regarded by their beleagured priest as "safe."  A few might have even dreamed about being a Mrs. Priest!

Her priest shuddered and thought, "This is going to be a three Jamieson night, for sure.  Maybe I'll need four.  And I'll get a summons from the Archbishop tomorrow, if not later tonight!"

Madeline:  "It is true.  Men need wives and girlfriends to keep them sane.  Having a wife not only to sleep with from time to time but to interact with in solving the everyday tasks of a marriage will give a priest perspective.  Not just for the time they spend in bed -- but that is a sacrament also! -- but to keep him from going to seed.  How many single middle-aged men still keep up appearances?  Not many, I tell you de trooth!  And how can you give a woman marriage or birth control advice if you know zero about women?  Talk about the blind attempting to lead people who can sort of see their way."

Some members of the Altar Society had the uncharitable thoughts about the nature of Madeline the Prophetess's relationship with that nice policeman Officer Pete, but that could be a matter of Confession for them; or they could maybe put the priest on Madeline's case!  Still, they began to wonder privately whether Madeline might have some good ideas there.  After all, middle-aged priests can be so obstinate and know-it-all sometimes; they need someone to smooth the rough edges!

Also, they wanted Madeline to voice her views on birth control to the Archdiocese!

*Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité, et Soutien-Gorges"

Several years ago, being loose in Paris for a day with some friends, we tried out our hand at shopping primarily on the Rue de Rennes but also on some side streets. There we found one: an example of fabled French lingerie shop, combining risqué with the beautiful; the charming with the practical. How could we resist: why not pick up some nonedible souvenirs that probably should not displayed upon our return to the USA, except by curious customs office functionaries who are detailed to prevent contraband from entering the country. Now this was a place where the mesdames and madamoiselles of fashion, the exotic dancers, and the unfortunate husbands seeking drachenfutter to appease their irate spouses could gravitate to. And three Americans in search of adventure and the Platonic ideal of undies (did the real Plato contemplate such matters?) looked into the den of risqué as well.

We entered into a Temple of Bras. It was a daunting place, befitting being housed in a 19th century building: did we stray to where the showgirls shopped? I'm sure there are the places like that in Paris. Now the proprietress, a formidable middle-aged woman, offered to help. I mumbled something about my sizes, and asked what would she recommend. She said, "Ah, you are Americian; we size you differently here." So she produced a metric tape measure and proceeded to map the topography of Angélique to a greater degree than before! She was charming; she spent a lot of time fussing over us, showing us some examples, assured us that those wispy and lacy confections were the proper mode for us.  "Ces jolies seins!  Cela le montrera correctement."  And it was true: they were both chic and comfortable. We were in undie bliss, and bought several.

Memo to self: Not to let my older sister Jessica see them. She already suspects that I am past wicked and would be shocked enough to forbid her children to see me and to do a flying novena to pray for my immortal soul! It was a hit with shopping.

When we looked back after leaving the store, the building had a partiotic message on the stone facade: Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité. And we felt that Soutien-Gorges (Bras) should also be included.

Later on we found Fachon's and got beaucoup chocolate.  It is a notion widely accepted in Paris that bra-shopping and chocolate naturally go together.

The Louisiana Senate Refuses to Allow 'Chicken Boxing'

As incredible as it may seem, a Louisiana State Senator actually brought up a bill that would make "chicken boxing" legal.  This "sport," very similar to cockfighting but with the birds wearing rubber gloves over their talons, was offered as a harmless, bloodless sport by Sen Elbert Guillory (R- Eunice).

Louisiana outlawed cockfighting in 2008 -- the last state in the country to do so.  Cockfighting is a disgusting enterprise; cruel to the birds, debasing to the humans who want to watch such a spectacle, and a blot on the state.  Outlawing cockfighting was long overdue. 

I could not help but see this bill as a deliberate attempt to circumvent the anti-cockfight legislation by creating some exceptions.  And, of course, when sheriff is not around, the protective gloves might be removed from the birds and they can fight by using their own talons.

Fortunately, the Louisiana Senate saw it this way too: it turned down the bill by a vote of 29-8.  For once, more level-headed members of the Legislature prevailed.

I did a cursory on-line search.  No state allows bullfighting.  (Thank heaven for small favors.)  In all states, dog fighting is a felony offense.  One state, Alabama, even specifically has outlawed bear wrestling.  I wondered whether this was a misspelling, as in forbidding unclothed individuals from wrestling, whether in a ring or in a pool of Jello.  No, it forbade ursine participants from doing so. 

While people tend to associate cockfighting and dog fighting with the backwoods South, it does occur in other areas as well.  It is important to ensure that the anti-animal fighting laws are not modified so as to provide loopholes in which those disgusting practices can continue.






http://www.nola.com/politics/index.ssf/2014/04/louisiana_senate_rejects_chick.html

http://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory/la-senate-refuses-protect-chicken-boxing-23231566

Catahoula Leopard Dog

The Catahoula Leopard Dog is the official state dog of Louisiana.  It is an old breed; said to be partly descended from dogs that came with Hernando de Soto.

It's commonly referred to as the Catahoula hound or Catahoula cur.  This breed is highly intelligent and energetic. While Catahoulas are assertive, they are not aggressive by nature. They have a need to take charge of their pack, whether it consists of other dogs or humans.   Catahoulas in general are very even tempered; but tend to be dominant if allowed to be.  They require firmness, 

Catahoulas are very serious about their job when they are working dogs. Specifically, they can make good boar hunters; but are also especially good at herding cattle or pigs.  They make a good family dog but require extensive daily interaction with their owner.  Specifically, longer runs or walks is a nearly daily requirement. 

When a Catahoula is raised with children, the dog assumes the responsibility to look after and protect those children. Many owners will say that the Catahoula owns them and they can be insistent when it comes to meal times, play time, or do other activities. Catahoulas are protective and a natural alarm dog. They will alert one to anything out of the ordinary.

With a Catahoula you cannot forget that you have a high energy, personable dog.  This is not one for apartment living, but one that needs to run and be all the dog he or she can be. 

A Kinder and Gentler Tea Party?

The time for indignant squawking passes very quickly; some of the few cooler heads in the Tea Party crowd began to realize that their message was losing its possible attraction; and getting the support of the mainstream wins elections (except maybe in Chicago.)

Anyway, some Tea Party supporters enlisted a group of consultants to advise the Party as how to best get their message across. 

Here are a few salient points by the study group:

1.  Avoid any appearance of extremism.  It's true: some people do get a tad worried when some redneck shows up carrying a placard reading, "We came unarmed this time."  It causes them to wonder what they will bring next time.  Spatulas?  [One problem: getting the rank and file of the Tea Party to act uniformly mild would be like herding cats!]

2.  While the name of the present-day Tea Party alludes to an episode in history in which the flavoring of Boston Harbor was temporarily improved, it little becomes members to show up to Tea Party events while wearing tricorned hats festooned with tea bags.

3.  And, never, under any circumstances, serve English Breakfast tea, no matter how Anglophile you might be.

4.  As a matter of discretion, members might re-think the use of the Gadsden flag, with the unfortunate rattlesnake symbolism.  Accordingly, we suggest some more cuddly creature as a substitute, such as a hamster or ferret.  Or, if the membership is attached to cold-blooded venomous creatures, at least try to mollify this image with a jokey, self-effacing, or amusing representation.

   

True Facts and Made-Up Facts

Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passion, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence.
               --John Adams

John Adams had it right.  But what about facts that are sand castles in someone's mind?

Lately, there's been a series of alarming reports that the NCAA Basketball Tournament, AKA March Madness, would cost American businesses  1.7 Billion dollars in lost productivity!  Other articles of this ilk are more conservative; quoting amounts of lost productivity in the 100-200 million range.

But, where do those numbers come from?  It raises up the bogeyman of thousands, if not millions, of employed minions slipping off, spending time filling out their brackets, reviewing the prospects of the teams, turning into the games, and spending a lot of time around the water cooler in talking about the games, and generally being obsessed about basketball.

There are a number of people who are disposed to be impressed by 'facts' if they have numbers cited as well.  But they are quite credulous when it comes to the source of those numerical 'facts.'

Undoubtedly, some people did their brackets while on company time; and there are occasional checks into the games from time to time; but few are likely to undergo March Madness to such an extent as to stop working.

A disclaimer.   I filled out a bracket.  It took me about a half-hour.  Actually, I tended to prefer more heavily the higher-seeded teams.  I chose only one of the four teams that ultimately made the Final Four (Florida).  So I'm not a heavy hitter in basketball lore, by any means.

And I expect most people aren't.  Anyway, the first weekend had 64 teams, last weekend started with 16 teams, and we're down now to four.  We can expect a corresponding drop off in interest with each successive phase.

Maybe the problem is not as serious as some would see upon first glance.


http://www.nbcnews.com/id/23708504/ns/business-sports_biz/t/b-lost-work-thats-march-madness/#.UzmWeSxOXIU

What's His Number? and the Coolidge Effect

The romantic comedy What's Your Number humorously raised the issue of how many sexual partners should a woman have before she's sure of finding Mr. Right, as if it simply involves how well he rings her bell!  Anyway, without giving the plot away too much, it seems that 20 is the magic number for women. 

But let's turn the tables on our putative Mr. Rights.  How much experience should they have?  And, to further raise an issue, would having too much experience turn Mr. Right into Mr. Wrong?

In the psychology of sex, there is a phenomenon called the Coolidge Effect.  Unlike the other effects in science, it has a humorous story, perhaps a joke behind it:

The President and Mrs. Coolidge were being shown separately around an experimental government farm. When Mrs. Coolidge observed the chicken yard she noticed that a rooster was mating very frequently. She asked the attendant how often that happened and was told, “Dozens of times each day.” Mrs. Coolidge said, “Tell that to the President when he comes by.”

Upon being told, President asked, “Same hen every time?” The reply was, “Oh, no, Mr. President, a different hen every time.” President: “Tell that to Mrs. Coolidge.”

This Coolidge Effect refers to a renewed sexual interest in a male when provided an opportunity to mate with new, receptive females.  So where does the question of 'What's His Number' come in?

My thought is that if a male has too widespread experience, then he is going to more quickly tire of his lawfully wedded wife, and seek amusements elsewhere.  After all, he would have had a similar history as the hyperactive rooster in the Coolidge story, experiencing a new potential partner with renewed arousal.

Well, I can think of two possible reasons.  First, there may be an impact of the relationship between changes in arousal and motivation.  This is often expressed as an inverted-U function and is called the Yerkes-Dodson law.  According to this law, as arousal level increases (like due to more sexual experience), performance improves, but only to a point.  Beyond that point further increases in arousal resulting from additional sexual experiences would lead to deteriorations in performance.  Having some experience does make arousal more easy, and thus would enhance performance.  But too much may lead to a jaded performance with time.

The other is that I would hypothesize that guys with a huge amount of experience would be more likely to become tired of their marital partner, and be more likely to stray.  After all, having had a history of many sexual conquests would give him an appetite for new ones. 

Thus some experience might be advantageous for optimal marital performance, but too much experience would result in circumstances that pose long-term problems.

So getting back to the experimental farm in the Coolidge story, I suppose it might have been good for the rooster for a while; but would not have much to recommend it as far as the hens were concerned.*

*Understandably, my sympathies are with the hens.