I am so conflicted today. If you’re a regular reader of my blog, you know that when it comes to women and fitness I hate buzz words like tone, sculpt, or anything to do with Tracy Anderson. Moreover, the whole idea that women are these delicate creatures that shouldn’t lift anything more than a pink dumbbell (for fear of getting big and bulky) is just plain absurd in my opinion.
That being said, under normal circumstances what I am about to show you would typically make me want to slam heroine directly into my eyes. But dammit, I have a penis and sometimes I have to give credit when credit is due.
*CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP. Tear rolls down cheek. CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP. So confused. CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP. Doesn’t this do nothing but glorify women as sex objects? CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP. And come on, are they serious that they think this is a bonafide way to improve strength? CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP. All someone needs is a chair and a reason to tap into their inner slut to lose fat? CLAP CLAP CLAP. I think kitchen chairs are on sale at Target this week. CLAP CLAP. Which means Christmas shopping is so done. CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP. Who says I don’t understand women? CLAP CLAP *throws rose onto stage* CLAP CLAP. Encore, encore!
