Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for November 08, 2016

I would have to be intoxicated or actually offensive to want to dance with you, Emily.

I think I read that in The Saturday Evening Emily.

Or, maybe it was her way of saying she didn’t want you to step on her toes.

I’m trying to imagine a younger Emily Post attending a club where there is music, dancing and various chemical substances being imbibed.

I would like to see what her new book would look like.

Emily had a lot of ideas and “Posted” them assiduously. Their range and depth require extensive study. I wonder if they give degrees in Emily Post Studies?

Hey, 3hour, it looks like your chances of finding a dance partner are severely limited this evening. I love your posts, but today’s …

And um, wasn’t Prohibition in effect in 1922?

I wonder if she finds my two-day beard and blue complexion offensive.

Neither one of my clients can dance.

Today’s women would have ample reason to decline a dance, I fear.

Dear Crabby;

I went to tha barn dance and got turned down again. Even ma horse would not dance with me until it was intoxicated. What ken I do?

Froggy from Froglandia

Post (R.I.P), you are ever my paragon.

If my affront was open and all hanging out, she would have every right to refuse me; unless she was into that kind of thing.

You tell them, Ms Post!

What would be offensive in the snake dance?

And when they said come dancing,

My sister always did…

Kinks

It doesn’t matter if we turn to dust.

Turn and turn and turn we must

I guess I’ll see you dancin’ in the ruins tonight.

-Dancing In The Ruins : Blue Oyster Cult : Club Ninja

I think Ms. Post’s advice was intended for polite society.

Ya’ know… for peoples what’s inta that sorta thing.

Probably just me, but your post seemed inebriated … tha’s all.

I am trying to imagine young Miss Post dancing the hokey-postie. I am failing.

But I shan’t say so out loud. That might be a breach of etiquette. Heaven forfend!

In this year of 1922….

If you stumble, make it part of the dance. – Unknown

Tolerance and Respect—

Consider again that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar”, every “supreme leader”, every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

Carl Sagan

I enjoy dancing alone.

On the floor of Tokyo

Or down in London town to go, go

With the record selection

And the mirror’s reflection

I’m dancing with myself

-Dancing With Myself : Billy Idol