Growing up I would tag along with my dad to the gym every once in a while. I don’t remember what we did, but I do remember the locker room.
My specific memories: - naked men blow drying their hair - naked men getting in and out of the hot tub - naked men sitting on the couch watching tv - naked men standing around talking to each other
True, at 4’4”, I was positioned at the ideal level to survey those that were and were not partaking in underwear. But who am I kidding, if there is a naked man lounging around me nowadays, I’m still going to notice.
Today at the gym the naked man is the exception. And if he does exist, it’s as brief as possible or he’s over 50.
The showers have curtains and too much blow drying still takes place, but it’s of the clothed variety.
In our increasingly internet-based culture, we know more about each other than ever. I know your high school, your last four jobs, and your favorite movies. And yes, I’ve seen the Halloween picture where you’re wearing the super short shorts.
But we’re hyper sensitive about our physical privacy. It has been hammered into our heads that, “my body is nobody’s body but mine.”
Man-to-man nakedness has gone the way of the jock strap, football players are all for it, but the rest of us … we’ll keep our man stuff to ourselves.