This weekend I went to my first bodybuilding competition. Some friends from my gym were entering and I wanted to support them, while also realizing that the chance I’ll befriend bodybuilders again is about as likely as Bristol and Levi living happily ever after.
It was interesting. I saw more muscles, more black bikinis, and more bronzer than I have in my entire life.
I’m also pretty sure this was the first time in my life I’ve ever been in a situation that invited pure superficial physical judging. I’ve been to women’s’ beauty pageants, and while it is similar, they at least try to mask the superficiality of it all by throwing in talent and question sessions. Here, it’s all about the body (and the bronzer).
Like most people, I judge people physically all the time, but like most people, I rarely admit to it; and I felt rather guilty getting to throw away years of emotional growth.
But maybe I should move more in this direction. Most of my break-ups occur because I don’t feel an intellectual connection. A relationship based on the size of one’s quads seems much more simple… at least if there’s an argument, you can just get out the tape measure.
And I should go easier on Bristol Palin. At least her fiance has been in Playgirl.