OK Ladies...I'll be honest

I don't care if you're wearing sweats, or a pair of hot pink boyshorts that are riding up your crotch like its running a race. Go ahead and yap on your phones while on the treadmill, or glare at the men who do stare (sweatpants girls), or strut around like a flamingo (hot pink booty shorts), or lift your weights. It's a free country. If I do look like I'm staring at something, I am zoning out, or thinking about my next meal-trust me. I am not plotting ways to start up some god-awful conversation or hit on you.

And finally, I admit..most men stare. I'm perhaps lucky, because in my eyes, my girlfriend far outshines any girl I see and I am never even tempted to ogle. But before this, yes-I did.

Point of this absolutely pointless story is, do what you want and wear what you want. With all the debate on rape-culture, attention whoring, spandex-is-more comfy, It makes absolutely no difference in the grand scheme of things. I'll rock my yellow banana hammock next time just in honor of this God-given, unalienable right. Lulz.