Too fuckin' right, cobber.
In fact, this is a pet hate of mine.
Fucking
women cluttering up my gym. They're always bloody minging around the free weights floor playing with 2.5kg dumbbells when I want to set up for deadlifts, or taking up the incline bench under the watchful eye of their wizened, ponytailed, over-tanned personal trainer while they do something incomprehensible involving balancing a swiss ball on their nose, or just generally being annoying and non-focused individuals in a place that
should be all about very loud heavy metal music and grunting noises.
But.
If I tried to open a men-only gym, what would happen?
A. Everyone would assume it was for homosexuals, rather than men who wanted to focus on their
training instead of their sexuality for a measly hour or two. And believe me, training at your average co-ed gym gets one focusing on non-training matters
far more than is optimal.
B. Someone would take me to court for discriminating against women. And I'd be sentenced to death by nagging.
She's a hard life being a white middle-class male in twenty-first-century New Zealand.
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God I love a good late-night rant.

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