Girl power (or the power of the girls)
December 10, 2007 by Allison
Each weekday morning, I have a chance to be Jane Goodall in my own familiar habitat…the gym. Every morning I observe two women with perpetually perky D-cups planted upon their otherwise tiny frames arrive at the gym together to exercise. At the same time they arrive, I witness scores of awestruck men turn their heads (sometimes violently) to follow the girls.
Thankfully a friend in college explained the science (art??) of discerning between real and fake breasts—shape, size, perkiness and the ability to maintain shape when rotated to any position other than 90 degrees to the horizon. This lesson occurred after I overheard several males discussing Tiffani Amber Thiessen’s (she played Kelly Kapowski on Saved by the Bell) recent “enhancement.” Without this knowledge, I might still be speculating about gym girls, “Are they real?”
Tiffani Amber Thiessen- After (Couldn’t find a good “before” pic, but does it matter? Just trust me on this one.)
Actually, the gym women are quite beautiful otherwise. Maybe the guys are really looking at their faces…legs…backs…posteriors…whatever. Now that I think about it, why am I staring at any of these people long enough to be able to blog about them? I should spend more time focusing on my own exercise objectives…stretch more, focus on abs, etc.
Let it be known that I am neither judging the women with fake breasts, nor the men who ogle them. To the women I say: Kudos for taking Mother Nature into your own hands (and the surgeon’s). You won’t be stopped by genetics, time or childbearing.. To the men I say: Well, what can you say? They’re men and you can’t change them. Hmmm…that sounds more like Margaret Mead than Jane Goodall.
Men at the gym. Are they there to work out, or check out? Good blog!
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Personally, I go out of my way to try not to ogle women at the gym - I figure they get enough of that already. But at the same time, in between sets the gym floor is pretty boring, so I look around and do a little people-watching. And I AM straight, after all, so if there happens to be a woman in the ratty old second-hand gym I go to (well, I mean the weight room…the cardio room doesn’t count), my attention seems to be drawn to her.
I always figured if anyone said something to me about it, I’d explain it that way, for better or worse.
In between sets is a dangerous time. That’s when I really start staring at people…if somebody is reading a newspaper on a weight machine, I stare in disbelief….if a person is making weird noises, I stare because I’m annoyed…I really need to stop this. I’ve been “caught” several times. I handle this by averting my eyes quickly. I hope nobody ever calls me on it.
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I try not to stare too much at the gym. Being male, it’s hard not to get caught up in your own libidinous thoughts while watching someone stretch, run, work the precorp, etc. But sometimes, like when I’m running on the treadmill or sweating my fool ass off on the eliptical, I get lost in my own thoughts, tuning out the beat of the omniprescent music and, yup, I stare. The time I am the worst at this is definitely on the treadmills. This is especially so if I have to run in the middle during a particularily busy day and there is a row of bouncing buttocks in front of me. Somehow, I find the energy to keep running on days like that….
Row of bouncing buttocks- You paint quite the picture
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We play the “Are they real or plastic” game at home when we watch tv, when we are at the park, at the grocery store, etc.
Mr J loves the game becasue he will not get whacked by me for looking and I love the game because it is free entertainment.
Have you noticed that some of the fake ones look nice and some look rather painful… as in hard and ready to explode?
Your “Are they real or plastic” game reminds me of the “Will it float” game from Letterman (not that I stay up that late anymore). The good ones are usually somewhat proportionate to the owner’s size. You woudn’t expect a size 0 to wear D cups.