Tho I am reporting from a coffee house in Kensington, I am NOT imbibing in any caffeinated drinks…I am so wired on antihistamine/decongestant meds that I can barely type straight…
I finally gave in & gave up to ‘nature running its course’ & got scientific on my cold’s ass. My skin is a disgusting dry husk, I am completely & artificially dried out, I think even my hair is crunchier than usual…(this is mostly due to years of chemical enhancement & my lazy & cheap ass delaying a desperately-needed hair cut - the end to root ratio is approaching 2:1)..
Blogging with little to report again, just trying to kill time before I go to work. The weather is so bleh that I couldn’t bear to stay at the apt…well, if I could find the goddamned clicker for the DVD player, I would probably be skimming thru Curb Your Enthusiasm Season II right now….but I digress…
In an act of defiance I booked it over to the Y this a.m. despite my grogginess & highly contagious state of being (fuck’em…I don’t wear shower shoes either - bwhahahaha!)…
I do miss my hi-tech, tv-equipped UTex gym quite a bit some mornings, but the size & variety of equip at my new Y is pretty badass. I guess every gym has its quirks - tho all the C-toon U gym had going for it was Ghetto Paradise-iosity…cheap bastards. UofT’s Hart House had the best staff (this is sitcom-pitch-able stuff here, people…) there was this one bear-prototype staffer that would ALWAYS be wearing a weight belt over top of his polo uniform…as if is were some WWF prize he wanted to share with the clientele.
After about a month I am finally understanding the HUGE variety of people that are using this facil. It just completely blows my mind - one day I’ll be leaving and a ton of yuppie artsy peeps are toting yoga mats, another it’s SUV-stroller Moms, etc, etc.
Today I met that coolest lil’ swim enthusiast in the change room who asked, as I was grunting & squeezing masself into these-must-have-shrunk-in-the-wash Mavi’s, “Are you leaving already?.” She had the most perfectly boss cornrows & a sassy 2-pc floaty bathing suit & was spinning ’round & around…So I said, “Yeah, I mean, If I had a cool bathing suit like THAT, I would stay & swim with you, but I just brought scrubs for working out upstairs.” “I understand.” replied the 6-ish year old tot..”So you’re a pro swimmer, right? What colour badge are you up to now?” “I’m a blue, like the suit - there’s blue here & here.” “Nice. Don’t show off too much & embarrass your Mom, okay?” “Yeah.”
& so it went. The absolute probable highlight of my day or week. There is nothing more dumbfounding that running into a confident, sassy young thang that knows that she looks badass in a swimsuit…which I can’t even bring masself to get into for the past 15 years. This all got me thinking about the brilliant series that Savage Love has been featuring with advice for 15-year-old chicks (http://www.nowtoronto.com/issues/current/savage.php). Maybe we should be getting to ‘em sooner!!
By the time I was 15, I think that half the battle was over as far as molding ideas of sex, self-confidence & body image, etc, etc. Before I start up on my soapbox about Terri Shavo’s bulimia-induced heart attack, the generally horrible celeb-culture coverage of anna&mia, as well as the necessary end to the myth that body image issues only affect ditsy show-biz bunnies (hello, even Alice Munro ‘fessed up her New York Times mag profile that she has struggled with eating disorders…), I will excuse myself now that the rain has subsided…
peace
meegs
Currently listening:
The Tigers Have Spoken
By Neko Case
Release date: By 09 November, 2004
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