Who’s really getting naked at the gym: “There has never been more voyeurism and exhibitionism in the locker room than there is now”

For anxiety-ridden adolescents, the locker room is a torture chamber. Who can forget the tampon scene in “Carrie,” which set the tone for horror films to come? Yet fast forward a few decades, and now we not only have entire episodes of sit-coms such “2 Broke Girls” set in a locker room (“And the Gym and Juice””) but that very room has become a selling point making pricey health clubs more appealing. What happened?
For the New York Times, Choire Sicha explains that while gym designers have worked hard to “make the locker room not sad, not alienating and not a place that smells like butts,” there’s still one major need missing: “Each day, thousands upon thousands of men in locker rooms nationwide struggle to put on their underwear while still covered chastely in shower towels, like horrible breathless arthropods molting into something tender-skinned. They writhe, still moist, into fresh clothes;

Curator’s note: We have done such a good job of body shaming and negative body image that walking around in a locker room without could be perceived as exhibitionism.

Source: Who’s really getting naked at the gym: “There has never been more voyeurism and exhibitionism in the locker room than there is now”

Ashamed of God’s creation

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Forgive me for I have sinned. I was ashamed of Your creation. Please give me the courage to take my clothes off and bask in Your glory. Amen.

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Daughter Freaks Out Over School Nudity

Daughter Freaks Out Over School Nudity

 

It’s very sad to me that, despite whatever efforts I have tried to make, my daughter obviously feels some shame, or lack of measuring up to what she thinks would be other’s expectations of her, associated with her own body. I did try very hard not to teach that. To this very day, she has yet to close a bathroom door while showering or taking a bath. And regardless of who in the family happens to walk into the bathroom, it seems to go largely ignored. Most of the time she doesn’t even change clothes for her showers/baths in the bathroom, causing her to take the hallway trip in at most a towel. Not that many years ago, her mother was alarmed because she tended to roam the whole house nude around shower time, even when friends were visiting. How times change, and how quickly.

We are ashamed of everyt…

We are ashamed of everything that is real about us ashamed of ourselves, of our relatives, of our incomes, of our accents, of our opinions, of our experience, just as we are ashamed of our naked skins.

– George Bernard Shaw

From http://arizonavichi.tumblr.com/

no shame

afro sitting

love-your-body-naturally:

By Andrea Chapin Ferris

In our modern world, a degree

of prudence is, of course, necessary to prevent social awkwardness. There’s a time and a place

for all things personal, or that

which society has deemed to be,

well, private. Discretion will always be a key factor in what we

call civilized society.

That being said, I think nudity

gets a bad rap.

Now, before everyone starts writing a fuming

letter to the editor, let me clarify. It’s not merely nudity that I think needs discussion or even

understanding, it’s the candidness and nature

it represents. I’m not talking about Playboy’s

idea of nudity or the kind of nakedness associated with The People’s Park; rather, the media

obsessions, cultural barriers and social taboos of

undress.

Any form of nudity in American media is inevitably perverted: a quick browse through even

the most unassuming magazine rack or just about

any Google search will prove this to pretty much

anyone. This is not the nature of the beast—it’s

an artifi cial product of our culture. For whatever reason, nudity in any form is automatically

deemed perverse or pornographic instead of,

well, the natural state that it is.

From “magic squares” blurring bare breasts

on Jerry Springer to deviant rags like Hustler,

we give and get the message that nakedness is

perverse, uncultured and unacceptable.

At the mere mention of Janet Jackson, millions of Americans recall the Nipplegate scandal.

A quick fl ash of boob proved to be the undoing

of Jackson’s decades-long career. Just as she will

forever fi eld grief for a moment of exposure, so

too will even the most discreet of mothers trying to breastfeed their children. The simple act

of feeding a child has fallen victim to this disease

of desecration. It has gone beyond the matter of

just trying to reach a level of common decency;

the distortion of nudity is a complete disregard

of mother and child’s nature to proliferate an arbitrary, contrived ideal.

I say let Janet and breastfeeding mothers be:

be it by mistake or by nature, a little skin never

hurt anyone.

By that same token, distortion of our nature is

universally hurtful. Our stigma is both self-perpetuating and self-destructive. On one hand, the

airbrushed, adulterated images we do receive

from the media give the impression that our

fl aws are abnormal. That, in turn, makes everyone cover up in embarrassment of the truth of

our bodies. Nudity is relegated to society’s fi lthy

gutter and makes everyone feel the worse for it.

Across the world, it’s been shown that it

doesn’t have to be this way. European television

and print shows unabashed male and female nudity for something as simple as a soap commercial. Classic National Geographic photos portray

bare-breasted women of Africa in a matter that

is routine, frank and objective. Nearly 99 percent

of mothers in Norway breastfeed in public without fi elding any grief. Topless beaches are commonplace in Europe and infamous in the United

States. When it comes to accepting the human

body, America is the prude of the world. What’s

so different about us?

There’s nothing different. From state to country to continent, this is our common denominator: the human skin. We can’t forget that. Why

forgo dignity and nature in trying to disregard it?

Trying to make nudity into the societal scourge

that it is now is like trying to pervert blinking.

It’s simply a part of us; it’s not shameful and it’s a

ridiculous thing to emphasize as degenerate.

It’s time to re-examine what it is we think

must be covered up. It’s time to rethink the social shame of nudity: the only thing that deserves shame is the bastardization of skin itself.

My defense of the birthday suit doesn’t call for

a nudist’s revolution any more than a lobbyist’s

support of change calls for anarchy. Like I said

before, some degree of social standards make

for a livable society, but there is a point at which

those standards become absurd.

In seeking comfort through prudence, Americans have undermined themselves by creating

more shame and embarrassment than we sought

to prevent.