The core idea is sound, the core idea is true:
There is nothing more shameful to a man who likes ladies sexually than knowing that a man who likes women sexually that he respects and looks up to would ever... dance... of his own accord, for his own enjoyment.
To make the gods like your tribe and kill the other tribe, through dancing? This is acceptable.
To win money on a television show? This is also acceptable.
To impress a lady for the purposes of sex? This is the very best of reasons.
But... if he LIKES it, if he'd do it for the sheer pleasure of dancing?
Aw man.
You might as well just cut Santa Claus's c*ck off right in front of this man and do him up the butt with it, a candy cane crudely shoved into the Jolly Elf's manhood to simulate an erect, going into his butt, while Santa Claus bleeds to death in front of him.
Telling him that he was going to get that toy he always wanted that year, if Santa had only lived.
This is what Beef is experiencing at the end.
Now. Clearly Mr. Onstad did not completely articulate this notion, did not get it across clearly.
But I approve of the general truth of it and, for that, I am content.