A Thought ~ 5: The Twerk

The twerk, which (as so often happens with the things that draw our keen attention) precedes the word which comes to frame it, is a fertility dance for a species without the luxury of its own radiant feathers. 

But the roles are reversed and one-sided in this unprecedented dance. And so it is a 'false' expression of powerlessness. False, if you think about it, only in the tradition of the snake-charmer -- who remains by virtue of his 'flute' the cobra's dedicated 'master'. 

This dance of the ages reminds us of something that's deeply settling: that civilization, all civilization, is at its core the progeny of fertility. Even pretenders to the throne, any throne, know this. And so should all those made stiff by skin-deep prudery. Still, everything must be done with finesse, and without an excess of frequency or undue preoccupation.