One of my pool buddies tried to get me to try this lapdancing class she's taking.

Perhaps I'm getting old and prudish, but man, there are just some things I never want to see people I know do now that I'm not 21 and drunk in some dance club.

What prompted him to go?

Pix, his best buddy invited him to go with her and her parents. He is like me - live music of just about any ilk is a good time.

Regarding the playground discussion, I get the idea of wanting a safe place for kids. It is all about defining safe when in a public setting. Were I in a park by myself and just wanted to chill for a bit, I would likely gravitate to where kids are because I like the energy of kids playing, either on a play ground or playing an organized game. Before this discussion, I wouldn't think to look for a "no adults without kids" sign. If I saw one, I'd look for other seating, but I can't say I would have thought about checking.

Lapdancing and poledancing class was fun. I have one more paid for, I realise. I wonder if I can still take it, two years later.

One of my former co workers took a pole dancing class, she got really into it and said it was a great workout.

What percentage of people at those classes are guys?

there are just some things I never want to see people I know do now that I'm not 21 and drunk in some dance club.

Getting back into the gym lockerroom has demolished my modesty in that setting. We totally had this conversation buck naked with the shower curtains open because we were both too lazy to pull them shut (they have magnets at the bottom that stick to each other.) I know all of her piercings and tats.

Honestly, it is kinda liberating, in a don't give a shit way. Though odd when I run into someone in Target and try to place them and realize I can only do so if I picture them naked. Or have helped them into their swimsuit/untangle their sportbra-turned-anaconda.

sportbra-turned-anaconda

I t heart this.

ETA: I really need a new sportsbra. Any recs?

I'm always kind of amused by the perfectly attractive young women who scurry into the enclosed cubicles to change at the gym, then I feel sad that they feel they have to hide. I know, I know, everyone's modesty levels are different, but they all look so freaked out. I'm not doing show tunes, people, I'm just changing my clothes.

edit: And yes, I suppose I should be dismayed that I qualified the scurrying people with "perfectly attractive", as if I think that ugly people, by whatever definition, *should* be hiding to change clothes. But I'm not dismayed, except in being sad that *they* think they're hideous and need to hide.

I totally stole that metaphor from some poster's experience with a spanx thing on TT. It was a hilarious tale.

And so, so apt. Especially when some poor woman is trying to put one on or off a sweaty bod. Hell, I feel that way about my suit at times.

I have to admit, someone asked me a question in the locker room once, and I turned around and nearly blurted what I was thinking, which was, "Oh, tits."