In the mornings I go to my local gym. It's been something I've done for years and I enjoy quite a bit. I've never been one to take full advantage of my membership. I use the machines and do some lifting and then return home for my showers. It's not that I wouldn't use the showers at the gym but just that there's only so much time alloted for childcare and I'm not wasting it doing something I could do here at home. Which brings me to my point. I'm sure most people have, at some point in their lives, spent some time in a locker room. If not now, maybe in their high school years. I'm sure we all had the gym coach that was either male or female that all the students suspected was gay and, of course, using the locker room to scope everyone's bods. Or, was that just me? Plus, with our ripening pubescence, we were all maturing at different rates. Some of us were more modest than others. but most retained some semblance of privacy and decency in the concrete confines of the shower stalls.

I suppose we are all still maturing at different rates. Our bodies will all be at different stages and no one stage or age has a right over another to bare itself. I ran around nude in my teens at hot springs in Oregon. I've peed in front of close friends. I've given birth in a tub of water in front of friends, family, and my children. But nudity just for the sake of being nude when there's no good reason seems odd to me unless your in a place where that seems to be the social norm, i.e. a nudist facility or a rainbow gathering. I realize we come into the world naked and I also feel quite comfortable with the breeze licking at my areolas. If you're comfortable with your body, great, if you love how it feels to be naked, fine. Me too. But, ladies, come on. If you're in a public locker room and you're stretched out naked lotioning up every bit of your anatomy, it's just a little hard to take. Not to mention the fact that some of you actually sit on the wooden benches sans towels! PLEEEEAASE, put a towel under your ass?! These are the benches where I sit my clothing and my water bottle. Sometimes I bring my daughter in the locker room and she crawls all over the benches. I know it may be asking a lot due to the wonderful sensory information that cool, stained hardwood gives to fleshy buttocks, but Please? I'm sure there must be a surface within your home where you can attain the same feeling? I recommend the breakfast nook or the kitchen island with the barstools tucked neatly underneath.

Otherwise be prepared to hear me shout "will someone get this lady a coaster?!"