naked

i've been a slacker. i admit that at the end of the day, i have not been motivated to come home and sit at our computer and type. not just on the blog, but on facebook, twitter and even plain ol' email. perhaps it's because all i want to do at the end of the day is sit on the couch and think of nothing. or perhaps it's because the stool in front of the computer is dreadfully uncomfortable. either way, nothing has been happening.  not that things haven't been "happening" but they're just not ending up on screen.

so here i am. back at it. i swear.

what motivated me to get back on the blogging? well, whilst out for a walk with j, i was regaling him with a situation at the gym. we laughed and then i thought "hmmm. good blog fodder? i think so!". the spark has been re-ignited. so, what was this incident you ask? nakedness. obviously.

i go to a swanky gym. the kind of gym that i'm surprised they let me into because i show up in jogging pants and sneakers with my hair in a ponytail instead of skin tight lulu pants and heels with makeup on. but i suppose we're paying, so they're cool with us. in this fancy gym of mine, there is a wonderful locker room filled with amenities galore. sauna, spa, steam room, relaxation room, showers, lockers and lots of space to sit in front of mirrors and prepare yourself for the day (using the spa products, of course). and here in lies the problem.

i'm not sure why it happens or what inspires these ladies to be so blazé, but they just plunk down in front of these mirrors in the buff. why i ask, why? don't get me wrong, i'm all for nudity (really i am)... in the appropriate places. sure, i suppose a gym locker room is an "appropriate place". but let me ask you this: what is the point of sitting naked when you're styling your hair or doing your makeup? could you not just wrap the towel around yourself instead of sitting on it? i just don't get it. sure, in the sauna. sure, in the steam room. sure when you're changing. but sitting for 30 minutes, doing your thing in the nude. i'm sorry ladies, that just seems gratuitous.

what brought forth the discussion today though was the 65 year old lady with 20 year old breasts (that her ex-husband probably paid for... am i stereotyping?). i'm not sure there is a much more disturbing vision as an older lady, wrinkled and tanned (obviously) with incredibly perky breasts. it's just not right. it's even less right when she's sitting in front of the mirror in all her perky nakedness, styling her long blonde hair (and trying to relive her glory days?)

j was asking me if i thought this was a quebec thing, given that "they're more european" (his words, not mine) because the men's locker room was just as bad.  i laughed but couldn't answer. i've never been to a gym like this before, so i'm not sure. but it's possible i guess.  the french-canadians have a much more laissez-fair attitude to nudity and all things related. but i'm french canadian. and i really don't have an issue with nudity. but sometimes, enough is enough.

i'm just glad i don't use the men's locker room.
xo