STAY OFF HER NAKEDNESS AREA, YOU TRANSGENDERS. Nevada Assemblywoman Michele Fiore is always reliable when you want a, shall we say, UNIQUE take on the events of the day. Like, remember that time she figured out how to end sex trafficking for all of time,
They usually have communal showers for the men, but we studiously avoid acknowledging each other's nakedness for fear of being accused of the ghey. Also, too, objecting to being forced to be naked with the other men is another way to be accused of the ghey.
John Kasich belonged to a gym during his Lehman Brothers days (pre-governor). He was the guy who walked around naked and stood with one leg up on a bench while he talked to you about the big game.
I am more officially oldz than you (but not as much so as RevZafod). So I have two observations:
1. My ownself, and very many of my contemporaries, did not (and in some cases still do not) give a rat's ass about nakedness areas.
2. In one of the standard ebb-and-flow social things, more recent generations may be a bit more touchy about it.
One of my kidz played water polo in HS (this was ca. ten years ago). I learned that, given adequately long towels, they could change clothes in teh open air without airing their nakedness areas. While my own kid was male, it turned out that the females were equally adroit. (And no, I didn't do any special research, I talked to some moms).
My impression is that twenty-somethings may still be doing this in the locker room.
Daily gym? I never had gym more than two or three days per week. The exception was when I was on the track team. Practice was daily.
Swimming during boys' high school gym was strictly clothing-prohibited. I am not kidding. No swimsuits in the pool; we swam in the buff. It was weird at first but we eventually (sort of) got used to it. We really, really wished that those classes were co-ed, and we said so every time.
I haven't been in a gym locker room since high school, so I can't imagine what that experience would be like as an adult. When I was bike racing, the back seats of cars or the space between parked cars were our locker rooms (for both men and women). Sometimes we just used a single parked car or an open car door as a makeshift privacy screen. In all of those situations (men and women were often in adjoining parked cars or were otherwise in relatively close proximity to each other) everyone nearby just practiced common-sense etiquette and looked the other way. Clothing changes were done quickly, without any fuss, hesitation or wasted time. Trust me, there would have been holy hell to pay and serious retribution from the victim's teammates if this unspoken policy was ever violated. No one ever did so. (Female endurance athletes are srsly badass and are not to be messed with. Pity the fool who ever tries.)
I never encountered (that I know of) any trans people in racing, but the same principles would apply for them: show consideration and basic respect for others before and after races because what goes around comes around. Teams could and would punish violators.
Jeezus H. Soap-On-A-Rope, what's the BFD with being nekkid in the locker room? Or even, horror of horrors, in the shower! Seriously, why would anyone even give a fuck? IT'S A LOCKER ROOM, DAMMIT! So they might catch a glimpse of some bare butts, and someone might see theirs! WTF do they expect? Dear God, I shudder to think of what would happen if any of these shrinking violets ever enlisted in the Army.
Maybe Michele should spend less time on checking for proper body part configuration at her gym, and more time on laws and stuff. OK, maybe that's not a good idea either...there must be SOMETHING she's good at!
They usually have communal showers for the men, but we studiously avoid acknowledging each other's nakedness for fear of being accused of the ghey. Also, too, objecting to being forced to be naked with the other men is another way to be accused of the ghey.
A gay friend's standard response to straight men's fears of being hit on in the bathroom was, "Don't flatter yourself."
John Kasich belonged to a gym during his Lehman Brothers days (pre-governor). He was the guy who walked around naked and stood with one leg up on a bench while he talked to you about the big game.
What is it with these one-L Michele women? They all crazy and shit.
in my experience it is the button that makes you memorable, then loveable, then introduced as, "my studmuffin".
Well, paraphrasing Carol Doda: "What the hell is a vulva? One of those Swedish cars?"
I am more officially oldz than you (but not as much so as RevZafod). So I have two observations:
1. My ownself, and very many of my contemporaries, did not (and in some cases still do not) give a rat's ass about nakedness areas.
2. In one of the standard ebb-and-flow social things, more recent generations may be a bit more touchy about it.
One of my kidz played water polo in HS (this was ca. ten years ago). I learned that, given adequately long towels, they could change clothes in teh open air without airing their nakedness areas. While my own kid was male, it turned out that the females were equally adroit. (And no, I didn't do any special research, I talked to some moms).
My impression is that twenty-somethings may still be doing this in the locker room.
So, this. And her mom hasn't slapped her upside the head?
I have a picture of the blue folks from Oryx and Crake suddenly.
dem breast doe
Daily gym? I never had gym more than two or three days per week. The exception was when I was on the track team. Practice was daily.
Swimming during boys' high school gym was strictly clothing-prohibited. I am not kidding. No swimsuits in the pool; we swam in the buff. It was weird at first but we eventually (sort of) got used to it. We really, really wished that those classes were co-ed, and we said so every time.
I haven't been in a gym locker room since high school, so I can't imagine what that experience would be like as an adult. When I was bike racing, the back seats of cars or the space between parked cars were our locker rooms (for both men and women). Sometimes we just used a single parked car or an open car door as a makeshift privacy screen. In all of those situations (men and women were often in adjoining parked cars or were otherwise in relatively close proximity to each other) everyone nearby just practiced common-sense etiquette and looked the other way. Clothing changes were done quickly, without any fuss, hesitation or wasted time. Trust me, there would have been holy hell to pay and serious retribution from the victim's teammates if this unspoken policy was ever violated. No one ever did so. (Female endurance athletes are srsly badass and are not to be messed with. Pity the fool who ever tries.)
I never encountered (that I know of) any trans people in racing, but the same principles would apply for them: show consideration and basic respect for others before and after races because what goes around comes around. Teams could and would punish violators.
Jeezus H. Soap-On-A-Rope, what's the BFD with being nekkid in the locker room? Or even, horror of horrors, in the shower! Seriously, why would anyone even give a fuck? IT'S A LOCKER ROOM, DAMMIT! So they might catch a glimpse of some bare butts, and someone might see theirs! WTF do they expect? Dear God, I shudder to think of what would happen if any of these shrinking violets ever enlisted in the Army.
Fiore better not Google "Volvo XC70" ... because it's one of them, uh, you know, "crossovers."
Careful you don't become Dickmatized!
Maybe Michele should spend less time on checking for proper body part configuration at her gym, and more time on laws and stuff. OK, maybe that's not a good idea either...there must be SOMETHING she's good at!