You're in my bubble...and you're naked.

I would like to take a moment to comment on the gym. Not just any aspect of the gym... more specifically the locker room. Yes, the women's locker room. Generally a haven to all who are tired, sweaty and need a shower, the women's locker room is no longer a place that I want to be. At all. I need my shower. I need to get into my locker to change my clothes. But I am interrupted in my goings about because of all the nakedness. Yup. Nine-A.M.- retired-old-lady-wrinkly-nakedness. There's nothing wrong with being old. Nothing wrong with being naked. But there is something wrong with walking around the locker room for many minutes at a time talking to all your friends with everything just wafting in the breeze. That's just wrong! It's not just the old ladies. The younger women do it too. It disturbs me. When I 'm changing, I want to get my clothes back on as fast as humanly possible. In fact, I'm a strong believer in changing in the bathroom stalls. If you're going to be naked, be naked in your little corner of the locker room. Don't be doing squats in the middle of the floor. Don't try to talk to me about your granddaughter unless you've got some coverage goin on! I don't care if you have a perfect body, or if your body looks like it's been through a freaking taffy puller, stop parading around! It's effing awkward. Then there's that arguement; "we're all women, we've seen it before". No. Screw that. Just because we're in the same sex category doesn't mean I want to see you naked. In fact, that seems even more of a reason to not see you naked. Now, if you'd be so kind to pass me the nearest spork. I need to gouge my eyes out.