No scary episodes in the locker room so far today although it could have been the “I have mace, so back off” look [note to any law enforcement personnel reading this, I don’t carry mace], so I wasn’t the person to be near. Then I got this prurient fascination with trying the naked saunter myself, but I wasn’t sure my breast were perky enough and I wasn’t confident of the bikini shave status and really, it is NOT me. But I did want to feel what it was to be cell phone and blackberry free, although I suppose I could hold them between and under my breasts, but that isn’t really what the naked in the locker room “thing” is about. But then again, I did see naked women with cell phones so they probably don’t think they’re naked or vulnerable. These emotions they would feel if fully clothed without a telecommunications device. As I delve into this, it is more textured and nuanced than I originally imagined. More thought is necessary.
Big 1950s hair curlers being used at the gym. She was not naked, though so I guess that’s ok.
Ok, so I’m back in the locker room. Another naked woman is walking around. No shock there. But she is wearing a birth control patch. Too much information. Maybe we should all tattoo personal information on our bodies so that strangers can know intimate details. That way we don’t have to scream into our cell phones in public places. We can just strip.
