Young Shy

I have nothing of penetrating social relevance to write about today, because, you know, that’s all I ever do here. Okay, that might have been an exaggeration. At any rate there’s something I’ve noticed in the locker room at the Y where I go to swim. There is a marked difference in nudity between the young and the old. Most of the elderly guys (including certain blog writers) shower nude and walk to and from lockers in all their natural glory (although to be perfectly honest most if not all glory years are decades in the past). In contrast, the young guys are very careful about having at least underwear on at all times, even when they shower, which is kind of crazy.

It's crazy because the young guys are in their prime compared to us seniors, well, better left unsaid before exploring that rabbit hole. I’m guessing it has something to do with school years and the decline of physical training therein. I remember gym in the 6^th grade where we were required to shower, naked, no exceptions, until it became routine. I grew up in the Y on the swim team where again we didn’t think twice about shucking suits as soon as the locker room door closed. The Army followed with its categoric disdain for privacy on any level. Again, I don’t think there’s anything socially relevant about this, it’s just weird. At a time when they should be proudest of their physical form they’re covering up. Of course, it’s probably they’re just disgusted with the way we seniors look and transpose that onto themselves. Their loss. I have no empirical data on what its like in the women’s locker room, at least within the last fifty years. Happy First Friday y’all!!!

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RECURRING CHARACTERS:                                        

ABFA – Amazing Best Family Athlete - my daughter in law; BR3 – Blog Reader #3 – granddaughter #3; BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel - second granddaughter; Cantankerous Friend – friend since grade school who likes to argue about everything, poses as radical leftist to attract women; Curbside Girls – close friends of my daughter acquired during her single days in Brooklyn; Deckzilla – our backyard deck which grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got involved in planning; Favorite Panamanian - the wife (of course); FBR - First Blog Reader - first granddaughter; First Friday – celebrations to mark the First Friday of the Week; Great Aunt - my elder sister; Keene Friends 1 & 2 – friends since high school from my home town of Keene, NH; Kindergarten Friend – friend since kindergarten whom I reunited with after many years; Maine and Virginia Musqueteras – two close friends of my wife – her US sisters, my wife is the 3^rd musquetera (musketeer); Neighborhood Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia member; PanaGals – female relatives /friends of my wife from Panama; Panamanian/Latin Mafia – inevitable group of Latino friends my wife accumulates wherever we have lived & their spouses; Pittsburgh College Roommate– high school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; Riggins - also known as the Grandpuppy, son's dog; Soxfather - my brother in law; Tia Loca – wife’s younger sister; Wingman – my son in law; Wingmom – Wingman’s mom, of course