okay, i’m going to throw this out there. maybe it’s because i’ve never been an offical member of a gym. maybe it’s because i’m aparantly prudishly conservative, but gym nudity freaks me out.
yup, you read that right. i will never undertand standing buck neked blow drying your hair in front of a mirror in a locker room. in front of 50 or so of perfect strangers. it’s just the most odd thing to me. i’ve also noticed (because my jaw drops each and every time i walk into the locker room) that it’s not young folks, either. did my generation miss out on this gym tradition?
i’ve now got my locker room visits down to a science. eyes down. don’t look up. don’t look up. walk super fast and grab a towel. avoid eye contact. and i’m free. phew.
ps – anyone catch glee? best episode ever. my class told me that i look like lea michelle (aka rachel barry). outright compliment or backhanded i’m not so sure . . .