Blog 2394 – 05.15.2022
The Birds and The Bees (And Butterflies)
Talking about the birds and the bees is a euphemism for sex. The dictionary defines euphemism as follows:
My dearly departed daughter Emily would have turned forty-two this coming July 15th had she not died just five days after her thirty-second birthday ten years ago less two months. When Emily was a little girl her mother taught her to call her “lady part” her “flower.” Those are both euphemisms. Birds and bees and butterflies like men are pollinators and seed spreaders. I recall one of the young housemaids in Vietnam who referred to most of the American soldiers as butterflies because they flitted from flower to flower.
The old poet wrote: “Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.” War make young men extra anxious there will be less time for them to accomplish that biologically programmed mission, young women too.
A rock anthem from my youth began with the words: “Let me tell you ‘bout the birds and the bees and the sky up above and a thing called love.” People often confuse sex and love, the birds, the bees, and the butterflies are not confused.
Your friend and fellow traveler,
Where have all the flowers gone -The kingston trio(lyrics)