Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Are you forgetting something? Perhaps pants?
Today when I got done working out, I walked into the locker room when to my horror, a woman was standing in front of the mirror, blow-drying her hair, naked. I panicked..I didn't know where to look. Now don't get me wrong, sometimes I sweat my arse off when I'm blow drying my hair, but it never compels to me blow dry naked, not even in my own apartment. Strange. She had a nice body for a 65 year-old, but still, it's weird.
Tonight I asked Mike if men ever walk around his gym naked. He laughed, and said no, not too many people run on the treadmill in their birthdays suits. When I clarified "locker room," he said, "The amount of nakedness in the locker is in direct correlation with a person's age."
I exclaimed, "Right?? Why do old people suddenly not care who sees them naked??" I would think if I was ever going to flaunt my goods, it would have been at 22 during my workout-like-crazy Miss Wyoming phase, not at 65 after a few kids and c-section scars.
This brought me back to one of my earliest childhood memories. I used to go to the gym with my mom so she could play racquetball. She'd play in her 80's short-shorts, and I'd watch while playing with my barbies and eating animal crackers. After her games, I went with her into the locker room. On one particular occasion, I'd say circa 1983, I saw an older woman walking around naked. I couldn't stop staring, because a) it was the first naked woman I'd seen besides my mom and b) I couldn't believe how everything had ventured "south," more towards the belly button region. It was? Disturbing.
I guess as we get older we simply don't care. Either that, or we start forgetting the small details, such as putting on pants.