I don’t know what to make of this anomaly, but something happens to people when they enter a dance club.

Their conversations become arbitrary, and make sense only in their drunken, high-decibel microcosm, where they bust seizure-like dance moves.

However, lately I’ve heard criticism towards men because of the way they act and dance with women in clubs. This is an example of how, in this society, women’s values are more eminent than those of men.

Men have given up the debate because it has become politically incorrect to defend our differences.

Sensitivity is more important than truth. Feelings are more important than facts, and commitment is more important than individuality.

Since women get away with murder in this town, especially when it comes to turning everything into a civil rights movement, I have to step up for men and say a couple of things to disrupt all the estrogen-filled high-fiving.

I asked a group of girls what their main complaints about men in clubs are, and these are the issues they brought up:

1. While dancing, men come and grab them from behind, without even introducing themselves.

2. Guys have “nothing interesting to talk about.”

I am not the kind of guy who grabs women’s hips from behind on the dance floor. Not even when they are wearing promiscuous skirts that show everything, including their low self-esteem.

These women get enough attention, and surely don’t need more. It’s your body, after all. Cheapen it if you must.

Nevertheless, it has become easy to point the finger at the stereotypical, beefy, smelly, hairy, self-scratching man for trying to approach a girl who seems to be feeling the pulse of music on the dance floor at a club.

Perhaps guys are the real victims.

It is acceptable for a woman to approach a man in her own way. This usually consists of her trying to get a free drink, accompanied by her loud-mouthed girlfriends’ obnoxious laughter and trivial conversations.

But why underestimate the character building it takes for a man to go from a pimply-faced drooling idiot to a Don Juan by trying to dance with trashy etiquette? Dancing like you are in an iPod commercial is not as easy as it appears.

I have to agree that we need a better strategy to approach women, other than pathetic pelvic thrusts with the intention of dry-humping in a club.

I went downtown last night just to observe how this happens.

Watching men and women dance like they were on an audition for Cirque du Soleil was like playing charades with a paraplegic.

It was full of awkward interactions. Guys displayed their off-beat moves while girls rolled their eyes in rejection.

As I was watching this crowd, I understood why women complain about this dancing issue.

Ladies, if you want to meet an ultra-hip, pseudo-intellectual guy of substance, you should probably try bars without poles on the dance floor.

In response to the lack of interesting talking points, I have to ask: When was the last time you had a stimulating conversation about the finest postures on global warming, and the optimism of world economic infrastructure, at a bar?

Maybe this happens when women walk all to the bathroom together, but it definitely does not seem like they have that much to say when they come back.

All things considered, realistic expectations of our surroundings and behavior could turn club going into a more enjoyable activity-at the discretion of both men and women.