I admit I do wear makeup when I go to work but I don't pile it on so thick you need a scraper to take it off at night.
Have you ever noticed when you are at the gym and the girl next to you has a ton of makeup on? You know the type, her hair is down and she has full eye makeup on and its most likely running down her face. What is that? Do they think it looks good, and do they know what that's doing to their skin? Apparently not.
I just want to grab them and shake some sense into them. "Snap out of it, you won't snag your man with that piled on."
When I was single, I remember trying to get guys attention in the gym, but I would never take that spackle to my face and work out. What guy is going to find that attractive? I would always try to do my exercise without looking too much like a chick. I think that is the better approach.
Wearing makeup in the gym is one of my biggest pet peeves. Granted, I grew up with four brothers and I never wore makeup back then. I was always trying to blow up that GI Joe because I strapped an Easter egg on its back filled with lighter fluid or fry those ants with a magnifying glass. Sounds pretty bad being a girl and all, I know. But what can I say? I loved doing that stuff growing up.
I was never into Barbie. I don't think I ever even owned one, and if I did, it was destroyed, I am sure, by my brothers.
I think that gyms should have a short list of rules that everyone should abide by:
- No makeup while working out. (This includes both men and women)
- No neon colored spandex. (Are you aware you can see all your dimples?)
- Men are not allowed to wear spandex short shorts. (If I want to see a package that defined, I will go home and check one out)
- Men are not allowed to wear shirts with strings to pull your shirt closed. (What are we in the medieval era)
- Men are not allowed to "hover" over women doing their workouts. (If I wanted a sweaty person drooling on me, I would say so)
- Ban all cell phones. -(How could I have forgotten the most obvious one!)
If we had a gym with these rules I would join in a heartbeat. So long, caked face and tighty shorts.