Sex starved love monkeys

We live in a sex crazed society. Instead of the elaborate social gatherings of yesteryear, in which a formal dance was alive with passion; the brush of a cheek, or the touch of hands electric, we sink to the highly sexualized 'grinding' of modern "dance". Were this an isolated occurence, restricted only to dance, or even to entertainment as a whole, it would be easy to turn a blind eye to this harmless fun. However, this cultural change is symptomatic of a complete shift in society; a general numbing of our more refined senses.
Like one addicted to pornography or narcotics, our society finds itself needing stronger and stronger doses of stimuli to arrive at the same buzz. Where once romance, and it's undertones of sexual fancy was commuicated through the brush of hands, or a longing gaze, we now must resort to grinding our sexual organs together in a mute pantomime of the sexual act. An orgistic aerobics class for the sexually depraved. A sexual warm up, to the pounding beat of the latest pop hit.
As we grow ever number, we've required more and more forceful stimuli to arouse us; just as a crystal meth, or cocain addict, a porn addict or serial killer requires more and more potent doses, explicit content, or gruesome acts to satisfy their hunger.

So where does that leave us? In a darkened corner befouling ourselves, perhaps?

But what does this isolated issue speak of in relation to society as a whole? A time when both men and women are ashamed of their bodies, and strive relentlessly not to be healthy, fit and active, but to appear healthy, fit and active, to look like the supposed ideal set out by the media, models, and movie stars.
Now, the difference between these mind-sets may not be readily apparent, and although slight, make all the difference, both physically and phsychologically.
The former stresses a healthy attitude and lifestyle, without worrying about counting calories, obsessing over the scale, and purging oneself to the brink of bulemia; instead it strives to eat, live, and exercise healthily- looking fit and healthy are of course natural by-products of living a healthy lifestyle.
The latter thinks only of the final product- looking good, and tries to achieve it through extremely unhealthy means. Through purging, crash dieting, and unhealthy levels of exercise; in short, is hell bent on the illusion of healthiness, rather than living healthily itself.
It is this simple difference that leads to the epidemic level of chronic low self esteem across all demographics in western society, and beyond.

Western society as a whole is dysfunctional, unhealthy, and is quickly reaching a point of catastrophic damage from which we will have only two choices- immediate change, or a continued and irreversable slide into unimportance and obscurity.

But what, if any link is there from chronic low self esteem, to modern dance style?
Quite simply, the overwhelming majority of western youth have such poor self esteem that they have lost their respect for their bodies, and for themselves as people. For this reason, and naturally, a broad range of other factors, we find ourselves in this state of modern decay. Where once the flutter of eyelashes, or the subtle walk of a preening woman were enough to capture the affections of a suitor, young women today grind their thin, malnourished bodies against the crotch of strangers in clubs.
And for what?
To forge an immature relationship between oversized children for the purpose of mutual esteem? A young womans' feeling of sexual power or control over men driven to the brink by a woman practically laying him right on the dance floor?
Is this healthy?

Clearly this is merely a symptom of sociological downfall that effects every facet of life. A problem so far-reaching that it cannot be escaped.
So do I propose banning such acts, no. Treating the symptom is as ineffectual as putting a band-aid on an arterial hemorrhage. Instead we need to look clearly and unflinchingly at the nearly impossible mire we have trapped ourselves in, and begin to shovel ourselves out.

Oh, and the monkey, he just got off the dance floor and he's feeling very...satisfied. OOOoooh, Yeah!