I remember one New Year's Eve several years ago. It was a social gathering of middle-aged singles associated with a local mega-church at the home of a member who had been instrumental in organizing dance classes for that age-group (albeit against the Baptist anti-dance sensibilities of the senior pastors). On PBS they were broadcasting a ballroom competition. They were into the Latin competition and, of course, quite naturally, I was looking at the techniques and moves that were being used. And as I watched, I noticed that more and more of the guys there were crowding around the TV. Cool!, I thought, until I finally realized that all those guys were interested in was the skimpy appearance of the ladies' Latin costumes.