The story that just won’t die… Those Dutch folks finally did the naked workout thing. This article says there was more press in attendance than exercisers. If you ever want to know why there’s not enough media coverage of foreign affairs or the war in Iraq, it’s because the photographers are busy in the trenches producing photos like this.
But hey, we’re covering it too, so there you have it. Naked booties grab eyeballs, I guess. Even not-hot ones. And didn’t I link to Britney’s hoo hoo too? Madame Hypocrita is in the house.
When I was a young waitress, I worked at a venerable and sadly now-deceased establishment called Hamburger Mary’s that was a perfect stop off place to grab a bite during the Folsom Street Fair. We had these red pleather stools at a bar in the front, and all the guys in chaps sans pants would settle onto the stools to eat a burger. Then we on the staff would draw straws or arm wrestle to see who had to wipe down the stools covered in ass sweat. I thought it was the worst job ever (next to cleaning the men’s room on a Friday night, because drunk guys often seem to mistake the sink and garbage can for the urinal, the sick jerks.)
However, cleaning the gym equipment after naked day might just top that. Even if they do use disposable seat covers.
Shudder. When I saw this photo, all I could think about was one of the spin classes I attend. In this particular instructor’s class, he has us do “figure-8s”. This movement requires that you are out of the saddle and making the outline of an 8 over the seat. Shriveled, sweaty, little raisins…
Kelley H.
March 5th, 2007
Let’s just hope this trend doesn’t catch on at the Berkeley Y.
Shari
March 5th, 2007