i've heard of marie claire but i've never read it

if it consists of articles like the one mentioned in the evil slutopia article below, i NEVER want to read a copy. i don't mind conflicting views. i don't. this woman doesn't have a conflicting view from mine, she has a conflicted soul. as i left in the comments section of the posting, i think she doth protest way too damn much. she's wicked uncomfortable around naked women (in locker rooms mind you) SO DON'T USE THE LOCKER ROOM. shower and change at home. OR workout at home. run around the block. walk a few miles each day. buy a set of weights. do some crunches. DON'T sit around the naked-women filled locker room checking your blackberry. holy shite could this woman be SCREAMING, 'help me i'm gay and i don't have the vagina to admit it', is she?

you know what? i don't care if someone is uncomfortable around a bunch of naked people or not. i care if someone thinks it's DIRTY OR WRONG OR UGLY. cause, guess what? it's NOT.

as a rule, american women have poor perceptions of their bodies. it's people like this goldman babe who certainly are NOT helping our gender ONE bit.

Prudes in the Locker Room

In the September 2009 issue of Marie Claire, we found an article (in the Health section no less) called "Bare Naked Ladies" that made us roll our eyes and clench our fists in slut-shamey annoyance. And no, it had nothing to do with the rock band.

Put your clothes on already! Lea Goldman gets exercised about public displays of undress in the locker room.

That's right... she's offended by people getting naked in a locker room! We figured there had to be more to the story than just nudity... Apparently we were right. It's not just nudity that bothers Ms. Goldman, but shameless nudity... because everyone know nudity should be shameful.

I nearly lost consciousness at the gym once. It was actually in the faux-teak and terra-cotta-tiled "ladies" lounge of an upscale health club a few blocks from my apartment. I'd decided to shave a few minutes off my morning routine by prepping for work at the gym instead of sprinting home right after Spin class. Big mistake. As I scampered from the shower to my locker, clutching a threadbare gym-issued towel barely wide enough to cover me, I caught sight of a doughy, naked woman, her nipples the size of salami slices, holding aloft a compacct as she carefully plucked her eyebrows. I was so distracted by her brazen nudity -- by the boobs, folds, moles, and thatch -- that I walked right into an open locker door, prompting the kind of woozy spell that, had I been a cartoon character, would have been accompanied by chirping birds.

Wow. Yep, she was so offended by the sight of a woman naked in the locker room that she almost injured herself. (Imagine what would happen if she went to a nude beach - she'd probably have a coronary!) I also noticed that she took care to point out just how unattractive this woman was: doughy... nipples like salami slices... folds... moles... because the sight of an unattractive woman is all the more offensive than that of a thin, "sexy" woman? I mean, how dare these women take off their clothes in... a locker room... designed for showering and changing clothes... um... okay...........