At the gym there is this older man, let’s call him Mr. 900. I want to call him that because he must travel at 900 mph and there isn’t any rhyme or reason to his workouts. I would say he is late 40’s early 50’s. Balding and two tone. He is tan as tan gets on his shoulders and face but those legs are so white they could blind people if the sun reflect off of them just right.
ok… I am exaggerating a little but his legs really don’t match the rest of him.
In one evening you could see him bench pressing, running on the tread mill, calf raises, sit ups, triceps, squats all randomly (seemingly) and talking to a bunch of different people. You can see the trainers roll their eyes when he yells out, “hey … do you have a minute?!” One of them tonight actually told him “no, I really don’t…” and Mr. 900 just went on with a list of very exacting questions. The good trainer suffered through and Mr. 900 seemed happy.
Tonight, I guess it was my turn to hear from him as well …
“HEY man!”
I just nodded my head with a grin
“Do you know what … Do you know what I just can’t bring myself to do? I can’t respect a woman who has some sort of message written across her a*s!”
Nonverbally my eyes looked like a deer caught in headlights. What in the world? …
I looked around behind me where his eyes were directed and there was this young woman about fifty feet away with baggy sweat pants and “PINK” written across her bottom. Her pants were dark grey and PINK was written in white lettering. I found the absence of any of the color pink confusing and not making sense. I then realized I was looking at a young ladies butt and got embarrassed. I turned back around to Mr. 900 and shrugged.
Mr. 900 went on to say as he started to walk off, “Women just don’t need to have to do that.”
So I am wondering if I have “Conservative Prude Empathy HERE!” written on my forehead or is this man just going to say whatever hits his brain to whoever is standing around?
I agree with Mr. 900. I think it’s just wrong-headed for a lady to turn her backside into a billboard. Unlike Mr. 900, I don’t think I would lose respect for her just because of that but … all that butt-billboard messaging seems pretty stupid to me.
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