…so I took off all my clothes. And stood in front of my air conditioner. And I’m still sweating profusely. And I feel like crying. Onto the more important stuff.
I had the privilege (if you can even call it that) of witnessing instinctual male behavior in it’s natural environment (a work event, obviously). It was quite the eye-opening experience. Picture this, a room full of intelligent business people looking to network and promote themselves. Oh and a table of two Muscle Milk girls wearing black booty shorts and sports bras with chunky highlights giving out samples of Muscle Milk (which is about the grossest thing I’ve ever tasted). Many of the men in the room were doctors. Whose table was the most visited? No, not mine, but thanks for the vote of confidence! It was the Muscle Milk girls, in all their fake tanned glory. I should also mention these girls were barely 21, but that’s neither here nor there.
Grown, professional men, were making small talk about working out…with their bellies and all…with the scantily clad gross drink pushing ladies. They could have been talking to the rest of us, but no, that would have been productive and appropriate. It got to the point where the event organizer had to literally shoo a podiatrist away after he left his own table unattended for an extended period of time. Ew, feet. I digress.
It was the saddest display of male behavior I had seen in recent memory. Get it together, boys.
Thus ends my rant about the absurd heat and absurd male behavior. The good news is, it’s the weekend! Let’s try not to melt!