Up Front: Actors Don't Hunt in Packs
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I found my purple suede fringed go-go boots, inherited from my husband's grandmother
Now that is just plain groovy cool. Nuf respec!
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But mainly it's because of the Judgeypants thing. I think I need to harden up.
If you are soft, it's pretty understandable. Previous girlfriends have complained that female gym/pool changing rooms are full of judgment, often quite nasty. "You've got a lot of work to do", "How hard IS it to shave?", "When's the baby coming?" etc. Guys don't seem to get so much of that, and if they do, it's usually laughed off rather than taken to heart. Even if you are "hard" and have managed to successfully tell the snipey little biatches where to stick their observations, it can still ruin what is meant to be a pleasant and uplifting occasion - a nice swim or workout.
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With actors and doctors and tattooists, my attitude is that they're professionals and I expect them to be professional.
I've just finished an antenatal course, where the instructor took pains to point out to the women on the course that a medical professional will probably have trouble recalling your face a few minutes after you (or they) walk out of the room.
She used an example where she had had a breast exam from a colleague at her hospital, who she then ran into the next day. After a minute or so of chatting away happily, she realised this colleague didn't have a clue who she was.
I was rather disappointed in my female dermatologist, who refused to examine my legs after I told her I'd gone commando that day.
Thanks for sharing. Does anyone have a wire brush suitable for my mind's eye?
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Does anyone have a wire brush suitable for my mind's eye?
I believe bleach is what you're after.
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She used an example where she had had a breast exam from a colleague at her hospital, who she then ran into the next day. After a minute or so of chatting away happily, she realised this colleague didn't have a clue who she was.
It's a funny business. In any other business forgetting colleagues and customers is considered extremely rude and unprofessional. In medicine, it's the least you can do.
Thanks for sharing. Does anyone have a wire brush suitable for my mind's eye?
I can almost see what you're thinking. I just find it odd, particularly in someone who takes a professional interest in conditions of the skin (which covers the entire body) that any region of a patient's body would be considered "too early in the morning".
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Well, perhaps she thought you were making a move, because you mentioned the commando thing? So she was deflecting said move. I dunno.
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I think it would have been much more of a move if I'd just dropped my pants, as she had requested. But yes, perhaps pointing out that I was naked under my clothes could have been seen as a hint that I was uncomfortable, and she was just sparing me.
Either way, I didn't get my legs examined, which I thought was the unprofessional bit. OK, perhaps I should have gone out and purchased some underwear just for the occasion, but I really wasn't anticipating it being a problem.
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I found my purple suede fringed go-go boots, inherited from my husband's grandmother. Would they be Emma's Worst Shoe Nightmare?
They sound FABulous.
But mainly it's because of the Judgeypants thing. I think I need to harden up.
I'm considering hiring myself out as a bodyguard to protect women from other women. I suspect I'd hardly ever have to actually say anything ("Hey, did you see that movie Heathers? Fuck that was funny. You're not, you're just a try-hard bitch."), it'd just be a matter of my presence giving someone else the confidence to go home dry. Or perhaps I'm just being overly optimistic thinking the fear of Judgeypants is much worse than the actual judging once everyone involved is over sixteen.
I'm pretty sure the fear is worse than the judging when it comes to breast-feeding in public. In two years, I never received one negative comment or disapproving stare.
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I'm considering hiring myself out as a bodyguard to protect women from other women.
I'd never before considered that as part of the reason women head to the private rooms in teams.
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I didn't know what "going commando" meant, until the recent post. So what has not having undies on got to do with your legs? Unless parts of you really hang low? The mind boggles at how uncomfortable that might be. (Also wondering what Arnie in a singlet and dirt has to do with no knickers, or maybe not...)
I make a point these days of being unashamed in communal changing rooms to be a good example to young women. The ones that change in the toilet cubicles must have some seriously ugly deformities to make getting changed over a toilet worth it. Although the bikinis they come out in don't hide much so I'm baffled, and intrigued.
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I didn't know what "going commando" meant, until the recent post. So what has not having undies on got to do with your legs?
Taking them off would be an issue. Jeans don't go above the knee very easily.
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futzing around with getting changed under the cover of towels and school uniform.
This came back to me last night during Outrageous Fortune, while watching Shane Cortese slide from under a sheet to under a towel with a smoothness that made me actually applaud.
Which is miles better than US sitcoms, where even when a couple are in bed having just had sex, the man will be wearing a t-shirt. You can't even see male nipples on the telly before 9:30 any more.
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Which is miles better than US sitcoms, where even when a couple are in bed having just had sex, the man will be wearing a t-shirt.
The last couple of lite comedies I have seen on DVD had the woman wearing a bra during sex! WTF! Even a nice lacy number aint gonna last the distance.
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The ones that change in the toilet cubicles must have some seriously ugly deformities to make getting changed over a toilet worth it.
I'm waiting for someone from the XV to come in and mention that it's social pressure, not ugly deformities that lead to women getting changed in private.
*twiddles thumbs*
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The ones that change in the toilet cubicles must have some seriously ugly deformities to make getting changed over a toilet worth it.
I'm waiting for someone from the XV to come in and mention that it's social pressure, not ugly deformities that lead to women getting changed in private.
You called, Kyle?
I, like Dinah, wander round nekkid in the gym changing room for all those women who don't like their own bodies.I like to think of it like I do my always complimenting other women on shoes/hair/perfume etc, as a public service. It saddens me that women feel judged - especially since, many times, it really is all in their own heads. (Do you hear me, Danielle?) Some may say seeing me naked is a very good advertisement for why women should always wear bras. I say feel the fear, and do it anyway. Tell yourself you're beautiful enough, and you get to believe it. -
(Also wondering what Arnie in a singlet and dirt has to do with no knickers, or maybe not...)
I believe the phrase came from the custom of commandos in the tropics to not wear underpants because they actually increased hygiene problems. Curiously, Arnie did not go commando in Commando. He feels much more comfortable in undies.
So what has not having undies on got to do with your legs?
Well, I do have legs right up to my bum.
Although the bikinis they come out in don't hide much so I'm baffled, and intrigued.
Perhaps they do it to build up tension.
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Although the bikinis they come out in don't hide much so I'm baffled, and intrigued.
Or...maybe it is just social pressure/habit, and the deformities are in your imagination? Like society telling them that anything short of "perfect" body parts are deformities? Seems a bit of a stretch to assume otherwise.
It saddens me that women feel judged - especially since, many times, it really is all in their own heads.
Doesn't make it any less real, in a lot of ways. The trick is to remember, if you can, that it doesn't ultimately matter. (Or, like me, be so crap with any form of face-to-face communication other than verbal that anything short of direct comment floats on by.)
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This came back to me last night during Outrageous Fortune, while watching Shane Cortese slide from under a sheet to under a towel with a smoothness that made me actually applaud.
That whole episode last night was bloody awesome. Powerful television easily up there with the best I've ever seen and I hope those involved feel proud of their work. Could see why they needed a notice at the end advising where to call for counselling. I blubbed (but not because of the towel).
I've only seen once in some Brit tv drama over a decade ago a woman sitting in bed with her partner and not pulling the sheets around her ears. Maybe there are just not enough representations of changing room nakedness to reassure young women that they won't die of shame uncovered? I'm really surprised this stuff seems to be so common.
I recommend doses of Peter Greenaway for equal opportunity commando comfort. And great film-making.
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I've only seen once in some Brit tv drama over a decade ago a woman sitting in bed with her partner and not pulling the sheets around her ears.
Given all the nipples currently on display on the six o'clock news, this just seems even more ridiculous. Although not more than the ad for "extended and uncensored footage" on the 3 news website, which poor Hilary Barry was just forced to put in an extra plug for. One can't help thinking that if nudity was less problematic, we wouldn't be forced to put up with this.
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It's all about context. My mother was front-row centre as my second baby was crowning and yet a couple of days later it didn't feel right having her pop into the bathroom while I was safely behind the shower door.
I'm slowly getting over my body-paranoia. For me it was hair that was the issue. Having sprouted rather a lot of it quite early on and having the sort of skin that goes vividly rashy at the first hint of most defoliatory devices and potions my intermediate and high-school swimming experiences were a little fraught. I've found that being short-sighted works in my favour as i can take out my contact lenses and indulge in the belief that I look just as fuzzy to everyone else as they do to me.
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Isabel - heh! Another myope greets you!
I am utterly at ease in my body(well, I mean, I am my body arnt I?) - I havent worn bra since I was 20 (and I am a 42 inch C) or nightwear, ditto, and when I swim, I swim in what I was born in -
but I really dont like people *looking* at me-
I think this is because
a) I have a squint (squints are evil! Kill squinters!)
b)if I'm swimming, I dont have lens in, and I cant see who is looking - and that it is not as comforting as it may sound to the sighted among us-
c)I am an extremely private person - my mother says she hasnt seen all of me since I was 8-
d)OK, I'm a weirdo, but a nice harmless one who supports Jackie to the max- we iz ALL beautiful on the skin! -
I believe the phrase came from the custom of commandos in the tropics to not wear underpants because they actually increased hygiene problems. Curiously, Arnie did not go commando in Commando. He feels much more comfortable in undies.
No, no Ben... the phrase "going commando" come from the tv ad for GI Joe doll that ran in the 1960s... "Joe can go in by air, in a tank, by parachute or... go commando " (cue to GI Joe rappelling into battle). It refers to the guy's testicles swinging free and that's why it's so funny to North Americans when women mistakenly use the phrase "going commando".
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GI Joe rappelling into battle . . .
Fancy that.
Reminds me of a story from someone working as a kids' party clown in Australia, who was "dakked" (had his clown pants yanked down} by a sneaky anklebiter as he attempted to juggle. All the more embarrassing as he happened to be "freebagging" at the time. -
Do you fellas know just *how* many new terms I've learned on PAS?
'dakked' -yes.
'freebagging' -no.Keep 'em coming good people-
(lolls back, sucking a quiet pinot gris (wait! something is wrong there?)
and trimming back hiser silj (- gah!)) -
I'm with Islander. I really like my body, no shame at all there, but I'm an intensely private person. I probably wouldn't actually get changed in the toilet, but it would cross my mind.
Far as I'm concerned there's only limited classes of people I share my body with, and if you're not in one of those categories then I don't want you to see it. And I'm pretty happy with that.
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