May 9th, 2005

Le théâtre de l'absurde

We can dance if we wannoo

While waiting for the bus in Davis, I noticed a gaggle of morris dancers milling about in front of J.P. Licks. They were in full regalia, so I can only assume that they were preparing to dance the forbidden dance the safety dance one of the many traditional male fertility dances of the English countryside. Now, I love a good folk tradition with roots lost to history as much as the next guy (ok, perhaps more, but I have "a problem"...), but this one is lost on me. The idea of a group of men with jingley bells strapped to their shins skipping around and waving hankies doesn't exactly conjure images of virility for me.

Still, I'm told that women dig men who dance, so maybe they do carry the Fury of Viking Steel within them.

Ok, maybe not.