Cutting the Blog Loose

To make sure I don't get a pink slip, I'm not going to be blogging under She Harps Again any longer.  I think it's the safest thing for me to do particularly since I'll be working for the government. 

I like to get snarky with it way too much, and, then, there's the temptation to use dirty, smutty words, because, boy, oh boy, they're my favorites when I'm trying to get a point across.

If you've enjoyed reading my blog, move on with me, because I'm going to start a new blog. I haven't decided what the theme will be or if the blog will have a theme, but I'll send my entries to Google+.

Lady Gaga's Body Revolution Ain't Got Much Back

 

 

 

Just a few weeks ago or even less than that Lady Gaga was being criticized in the media for having gained some weight.  Her costumes were a little too snug at some of her concerts, and, of course, body snarkers pounced on that extra poundage with cruel comments.  Some media outlets photoshopped Gaga to look larger, which is ironic considering glossy magazines are always making stars slimmer and wrinkle-free.  Gaga responded to the media by saying she had been indulging in carbs at her father's Italian restaurant in NYC and, as a result, had gained 25 pounds.  In true Gaga nature, she gave the body snarkers her middle finger and initiated a body revolution.  On her website, she posted photos of her fabulous +25 body in a bra and undies.  Now, I do agree with her speaking out and saying, "Yea, so I gained a few pounds?  Kiss my extra pounds."  But, come on, when extra pounds look like that.  Oh my, Dog!  With that said, I don't agree with her staging this body revolution. This photo display of her fabulous body just seems counter-productive in some ways, because people see Gaga's fabulous body being labeled pudge and feel even worse about their own bodies, because, for most of us out there, may we even be so lucky to look as good as her at her pudgiest.  Maybe it was a bad idea to stage this body revolution.  Could it be that this revolt is just reinforcing all those bad feelings about ourselves?  Why can't I look like a fat Gaga and so on and so forth. . .

 

I ask you to look at this photo above.  Does that look like chubbing out?  No.  She's even in direct sunlight, and there's no visible cellulite.  Her stomach looks pancake flat, and there's even some ribbage.  I can't see her butt, but I'm guessing that woman doesn't even have enough back to stage a body revolution.  Red beans and rice missed her, I just know it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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If you've been following my past few daily photos, this is one of the backstops I was mentioning.  I thought that maybe the nets and rims were taken in at night for safe-keeping, so I asked a friend of mine who teaches at Delmae.  He told me that there are, in fact, no nets or rims.  That's Cash in the background.

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In keeping with my photo expose of the playground equipment at my alma mater, Delmae Elementary School, I'd like you to see that the kids play basketball using the funnel ball equipment, because they do not have basketball nets or rims.

Korean Air's "Coffee, Tea, or Me" Uniforms

In the sixties in America, flight attendants or, rather, stewardesses back then, were subjected to weigh-ins, and, of course, they had to be bubbly, beautiful, and available.  Then, along came the infamous line "coffee, tea, or me." Eventually, equality in the workplace, enforcement against sexual harassment, and the spread of the feminist movement did away with this female objectification in flight.  It looks like Korean Air is way behind in the evolution of feminism in the friendly skies.

This video I've posted is a Korean Air commercial that shows the new uniforms of Korean Air's flight attendants, so is that going to make you choose to fly Korean Air?  All of the attendants are females.  There is no male presence in sight except for the one Marlene Dietrich-esque suit ensemble, and gender bending hardly qualifies. 

The flight attendants dance to an electropop song while seductively doing teases with their uniforms.  Then, there's the strobe light effect. 

Does Korean Air have any amenities to offer?  I don't know, but looks like their flight attendants wear stylish uniforms.  That's really the only amenity I require when I fly-a fashionable piece of you know what serving me my Diet Coke and peanuts or wine if I'm sitting beside a lunatic. 

Nice work, Korean Air.

Impoliteness at The Gym and One of These Days I'm Going to Go All Walter Sobchak

I love Planet Fitness for several reasons.  It's a no frills gym;  there are no classes; no medieval-looking pilates machines; meatheadedness is discouraged; and it emphasizes physical health and fitness over sculpting your physique.  The cost is a steal at 10 dollars a month for a regular membership and 20 dollars a month for a black card membership, which does have its perks.  The black card membership allows you to bring a guest for free every single day if you want to, and you have free access to the massage chairs and tanning.  I don't use the tanning bed, but I do use the massage chairs from time to time.  I do, however, abuse the guest privilege.  Brad goes with me to the gym every time I go.  Those little extras do make the black card membership for the additional 10 dollars. 



The 30 Minute Express Workout Room

My most favorite thing about Planet Fitness, above all else, is the 30 minute express exercise circuit.  It's cloistered in a partitioned area in the far back corner of the gym.  As the name suggests, it only takes 30 minutes to complete the circuit.  There are 10 weight machines and 10 steppers.  The weight machines are lined around the outer circumference of the area and the 10 steppers are arranged in a circle in the center of the area.  A stoplight is at the top of the ceiling, and when the light turns green you do however many reps you're capable of on one of the weight machines.  Then, when the light turns red, you stop doing reps and move to one of the steppers, and, when the light turns green, you start stepping to get some cardio in to burn calories and boost your heart rate until the light turns red.  Then, you move to the next weight machine and repeat.

There's a numerical order to this workout, but there are some assholes who come into this area and think they can be all willy nilly and move from any numbered machine to any other numbered machine.  I want to scream, "There's an order to this, turd.  Follow it before you're eating my tennis shoe leather."  They mess up the whole system, so there I am waiting and waiting and getting madder and madder.  I feel myself getting hotter and hotter, and, if I'm listening to some tough ass rap song or rock song, I'm feeling a lot tougher than I am in the real world so tough, in fact, that I might pick a fight.  Thankfully, I never do.

Just the other day, there was this woman who got on the stepper that was intended for me.  All she was doing was stepping all lah dee dah like.  She was playing at working out like a kid plays house.  Being a good citizen, I was going in order the way the directions instructed me to do so, and I had to adjust my order for her lah dee dah self.  There I was accommodating this out-of-order pain in my ass.  Let me not forget to mention those two buff-o-zoid guys who routinely come into the express workout room to use the weight machines at their leisure and order of their choice.  Never mind that I'm trying to go in the specified order.  Oh yea, and how about wiping down the weight machines next time, jerkwads, so I don't have to clean the ass checks sweat spot you left me on the weight machine's seat?  Follow the rules, people.  Am I the only one who follows the damn rules?  I feel like Walter Sobchak way too much these days.

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The old playground equipment at Delmae Elementary School.  This has been around since my days, which puts this equipment at 20 to 22 years old.  Those are classroom mobile units in the background used to accommodate all the overcrowding of real estate in the school proper.  Making this atmosphere a little sadder is that there are no nets or rims on the basketball court.  There are only backstops.