Lately, in what appears to be an unanticipated side-effect of watching way too much Olympics, I have been having a small problem with the random appearance of gymnast butts. Not that they’re stalking me or something; I don’t go through the day fearful that any moment a spandex-clad and unnervingly firm hind end will jump out at me from behind a cubicle. It’s more like, you know when you played too much Tetris and every time you closed your eyes, you could still see the pieces falling? It’s like that, only rounder.
I guess it could be worse. I could be haunted by the oddly (one might even say suspiciously) broad and manly shoulders on these little girls, or the deranged-stewardess smiles they paste on for the events, because it’s not athletic if you’re not smiling*.
But what I really want to know is, why doesn’t this work with swimmer abs?
*Female athletes only.