Hot Couture

Far be it from me to critize most people's gym attire. Generally, I say you should wear what makes you comfortable while you're doing a workout. That said, I can think of four instances as of late that make me go, "hm:"

1. Very large fellow (more power to him for starting a workout) in a very large (2- or 3-X) muted yellow T-shirt with a drawing of a cow on the front. Don't wear shirts that invite comparison. As he walked by, I noticed that it was a souvenir of the factory tour at Ben & Jerry's.
2. Woman with ample hips, who always wears brightly colored, patterned, spandex pants. My most/least favorite: the red/blue checkered pattern. It's so train-wreck, you can't help but look.
3. Young, petite lady the other day whose chest was anything but petite, in a shirt much smaller than her ideal size — with the word "Playboy" as part of the print. I hope she doesn't then feign indignance if people look — although given the high gay percentage at my gym, it's likely no one was looking, which could also offend, I suppose.
4. In the "sometimes less is more, and sometimes more is more" department, the guy whose arms are so developed one tends to think "enhanced by the wonders of modern science." Usually in tank tops or (for once, appropriately called) muscle T's, the other day, he was in a regular T-shirt — and miraculously, it made him look better. Go figure.