The Beautiful People
If you're ever wondering where all the beautiful people are, they're at the gym I went to this afternoon. They hang out in something called the 'group workout studio' and in an alcove off the weight room that's filled with mats and enormous inflatable balls. It's hard to tell what they do at the gym since none of them seem to sweat, but whatever it is works since they're all very thin and toned. I never really felt self-conscious at a gym, but at this place it was like troll day. If I ever go back I'm going to have to first lose some weight, get tan, and spend about $500 on workout clothes. Perhaps this is why they're all in such good shape -- they peer pressure one another into what seems like unattainable beauty. Whatever it is, I need to find a way to package and sell it.