Big meaty man hands, but what can I do?
I am not a typical female, but I never claimed to be typical. I generally get along better with men than I do with women, because I tend not to be weepy and emotional like most women. I also get into “manly” things like cars and heavy metal/hard rock music. I’m more like one of the guys in a lot of ways- but I’m far from butch. (Yes, I am very much a biological and a straight female, should anyone even think to wonder.)
In spite of my mostly logical and practical self, I do have a weakness that is well known among women. I love shoes. I have over 100 pairs of shoes (that probably shouldn’t be considered a bragging point) and I have some pretty funky ones. Sunday I was out with Steve-o as he had pretty much trashed his one regular pair of shoes, a rather distressed pair of DCs. He had decided he just had to have a pair of the new Nike Airmax shoes but he wanted them in sort of a (ha-ha) conservative color. He does not like bright colors and bold patterns the way that I do.
So dragging me into a shoe store is generally not a good idea, because I will find the one over-the-top shoe style, and they will inevitably have it in a size 7. Even if they don’t, I will find a way to order it in a size 7 if I want it bad enough.
While Steve-o is mulling over the various black shoes in his size (and really having a hard time finding an Airmax shoe in his size that wasn’t neon green and/or pink or rainbow colored) I spied the ultimate pair of Nike Shox.
Wanna get ‘em. Gotta have ‘em. They are on the way.
As Steve-o decided he wanted the shoes he tried on at the other store, I thought I would behave myself and not buy anything. I didn’t- then. I ordered them yesterday online.
He ended up with black and orange Airmax shoes.
Similar to these- fairly dude friendly.
I saw a protest on Facebook (and when isn’t there a protest on Facebook) against some health club called Planet Fitness. Apparently men are allowed in the women’s locker room if they “identify” as women- even if they have a sausage and two meatballs. Okay… and if I “identify” as Marilyn Monroe- or Marilyn Manson should I want to be catty- does that make it so? If my black cat Jezebel “identifies” as a dog, does that make her one?
Planet Fitness is committed to creating a non-intimidating, welcoming environment for our members. Our gender identity non-discrimination policy states that members and guests may use all gym facilities based on their sincere self-reported gender identity.
WTF- piece of politically correct drivel?!
As a woman who is really not into strange people getting off on staring at me in varying states of undress, and I am certainly not into unauthorized people touching me- male or female, this joint sounds like a place for women to avoid.
Unless of course, I want to pretend I “identify as a man,” so I can go on in the men’s locker room and enjoy the sausage show.
I bet the boys would really enjoy my old cougar ass checking out the buff young studs. I bet that policy would change with the quickness.
As far as locker rooms go I am all about the modesty factor. I don’t want anyone gazing at my train wreck of a body- especially women because to me that’s ultra mega creepy- so I get dressed in the cubby behind the curtain. That way it really doesn’t matter who “identifies” as what. They can “identify” as a 1993 Ford Escort for all I care as long as I’m left out of it. I “identify” as a woman who doesn’t want strange people -male or female- looking at my nakedness, and is against strange people-male or female- touching me. See how easy that is?
Here’s my latest cross stitch work in progress. Yes, it is relevant!