I don't want to hurt no body but (baby) there is something I must confess... I do see something wrong with a little bump and grind.

Grinding, the most popular dance in the U.S. and Canada, started in clubs before moving to high school and now middle school dances. As defined by the Websters dictionary grinding is to: crush, pulverize by friction, especially by rubbing between two hard surfaces.

Sound appealing?

Somehow it must appeal to some of us, because it has become perhaps the only dance our generation knows how to do. Forget ballet lessons girls – if you can do a partial toe touch you're in.

Have you ever taken a step back while at a club, or even a school dance, to observe how utterly ridiculous grinding looks? Not to mention the fact that, oftentimes, the grinder has only just met the grindee before bending over and pushing back.

Talk about things moving too fast.

We all know chivalry is dead, however, I don't think it would be too much to ask for the guy to at least request the girl to dance. It seems the protocol is: the female flaunts her "money maker" to the males. A brave dominant male will then approach the female from behind and begin the grinding process: ahh, nature.

Strange as this may sound, consider the classic image of social dance, when the guy would hold the girl arms-length apart, occasionally twirling between elaborate footsteps.

Now it's weird to even face the guy. If you do face the guy, you will begin the process of frontal grinding, which humorously enough, is actually frowned upon in our culture because of its "sleaziness."

Last Monday I went to Rumorz and engaged in a little experiment. I danced with a guy, face-to-face at arms length, and I had him twirl me.

At first, he was confused. But he soon began to catch on and even dipped me a few times. A small audience peered at us from their grinding and I heard a girl slur to her boyfriend, "Why can't we dance like that?"

It was funny to think that we were a spectacle to see, considering almost everyone in the club was dry humping one another. The band playing even made a comment about how they had never seen people, "get their freak on," to slow country music.

Middle school students are getting their freak on before they have even had their first kiss, not a surprise when their role model Hannah Montana is now the poster child of grinding.

I understand the common mentality that considers grinding to be harmless, and after reading a passage from Psychiatrist Eileen Kennedy-Moore's "Psychology Today," I cannot help but disagree. As she argues, "Even though you won't get pregnant or sexually transmitted diseases, sexuality is about more than bodies; it's about feelings, and identity, and values, and, often, it's about another human being."

Confusing the values of sexuality in the naive minds of our youth is far from harmless; it is the very definition of harmful.

I'm not saying we all need to take a lesson in waltzing or begin dancing the Charleston, but what if we invented a dance that permitted and even required facial visibility? It would be easier than taking quick glimpses of the grunting humper behind in an attempt to discern if he is even remotely attractive.

Maybe grinding is culturally acceptable, but do we as a culture really want to accept blatant dry humping?

I encourage you to test out my little experiment next time you hit the clubs.

See if you can get a couple people to slur about how they wish they could dance like you.

Kaila Curry is a freshman in English. She can be reached kcurry6@utk.edu.