True story, guys: A few weeks ago, I got to talking to a woman in the locker room at my gym. She’d been kind enough to spot me a spare hair tie—we all know my feelings on hair-down workouts—so we got to talking about our favorite classes at our gym, our pet peeves about other gym goers, that sort of thing. I had my back to her as I brushed my hair into a ponytail, and when I turned around, there she was: stark naked in her birthday suit like the day she was born. I have no idea how long she’d been nude, or at what point in our conversation she decided to strip down. But she was just standing there, talking to me like it was no big deal that everything that should be underneath her clothes was hanging out for all the locker-room world to see.