I've started taking a class called Zumba. It's like aerobics but to better music. I am convinced that my Zumba instructor is a Red Bull fueled cyborg who eats energizer bunnies for breakfast. I have no idea where she gets the energy. Anyway, if you've ever taken a Zumba class, you know that the dance moves are like one continuos double dog dare. How far are you willing to go in front of an audience to the tune of I'm sexy and I know it?
As I was bent over with my hiney in the air tonight, I was completely irritated by the injustice of men's vs. women's athletic garb.
|If this guy ever shows up to |
Zumba, I am NOT staying.
Men's athletic clothing consists of roomy and comfortable T-shirts and shorts.
Women's athletic wear consists of form fitting stretchy fabric, specially created to hug every curve and roll. And the tops conveniently have triangles of lining in them that shift in the wash. Forget to straighten those puppies out and not only do you look like you stuff your bra but that you use the tissue box to do it. Sure, you can get pants in different lengths and shirts with sleeves but women's athletic clothing is cut curvy not boxy. So no matter what size or style, all of your design flaws are painfully on display.
Maybe this is why the Indian woman next to me was doing Zumba in her jeans and a T-shirt. I think she's got the right idea. Next time I might opt for one of my husband's boxy T-shirts. That or stick to the back row.
Here's your visual. This is not my class but same dance.