Monday, December 19, 2005

lesson #253: california fitness is the devil's

I'm not sure what image Cali is trying to portray. Is it one where the members are treated as one big happy family? Because whatever the staff exude, it's not family bonds. Try intimidating, unfriendly and unnecessarily commercialized for starters. For example, dude, we don't need some big muscular guy to tell us that we are too fat and need to exercise. It just sounds very patronizing. And we DON'T need to know all the advertisement spiel that comes out of the big muscular guy's mouth, that spiel that lasts for one hour. It's just so draggy and mundane!

And honestly, once you've become a member, is it really necessary to ask for identification AGAIN on top of showing the membership card? Like, hello. You are not a hoity-toity celebrity night club! No matter what you think, Jackie Chan is NOT an endorser of 'coolness'.

And what's up with the female shower/changing room?? The toilets inside are decorated with signs that say "please do no use this toilet as a changing room as a courtesy to other users". Yeah, okay. So we're only allowed to pee and shit in there, and we can only shower in the showers, so the only way we COULD change is to do it in front of every other female in the room outside of the lockers. I don't know about you, but I find that very demeaning. It's not a very nice sight to find women, old and young, thin and fat, baring all. Walking around with just a towel wrapped around their nekkid bodies. And really baring the boobs and baring *down there* when they need to put on their bras and panties. And c'mon. Not all of them are babes. Some are really quite nasty unless you're into what G termed 'fat-momma fetish'.

I had to cancel on Jing on going to Cali tomorrow because of a last-minute urgency, and she said she didn't think she'll go without me, which totally echoes my thoughts. I'd never go to Cali alone. It's way too scary and outer-spacey in there.

And I really hate the big dumb muscular guys (who look more disgusting than hot, by the way). It's as if their muscles have totally eaten their brains out that they can't even string together one lucid sentence, hence conversing with them is like going back to kindergarten and repeating the whole "this is an apple, that is an ant" routine.

But what I hate the most is how they BEG you to give them your friends' contacts so that they can conduct a phone advert out of a memorized script.

Exercise is just no fun at Cali. Amore's way better.