I don’t get out much.

And I doggedly refuse to watch Miley Cyrus videos.

So my only real encounter with twerking was at a quincenera years ago.

My husband and I were youth ministers at the time and when we saw a group of teenage girls doing this “dance” with their butts towards the center of gathering our jaws dropped.

What is this thing?

We asked incredulously. Back then–or at least in our corner of the hinterlands–they called it “booty dancing.”

Strange when something is sexualized, unintentionally comical, and apocalyptic all at the same time.

Things have devolved since then. Women and girls have allowed a commercialized Groupthink to convince themselves that exposure is normative.

Public spaces have become saturated with private area behaviors.

What is the language of compassion and value that can be extended to all of us when we have been young, foolish and easily led into exposure and exploitation that will leave its scars on the soul?