(The lyrics to this video stem from a skymall ad advertising "Surf Ants", a modern ant farm. As pure luck and sheer talent would have it, skymall has at last produced a coherent dadaist masterwork.)

The newest commodity of today's risque trading market, the hottest insect of the six legged category, the owner of the sexiest thorax this side of the Biloxi county line, the "Ant" these days seems to always be included. Be it in your cloud forest day-trip itinerary or in your bechamel sauce reduction, the "Ant" is an indispensable element of modern chiq that has inspired artists and artisans from Pollack to G.E. Every generation has its insect-du-jour; the sixties had their "Beatles", the eighties had Iggy Pop, and now we've come to the age of the "Ant". While J-Lo may flaunt her posterior, the time has clearly called out for a jiggling of the "Ant"-erior of our cultural parlance that has been sorely lacking for what some pundits consider to be decades.