Ugggh the woman next to me the other day that REEKED of cigarettes. Guess what m’am? I didn’t ask if you wanted to be next to your daughter out of niceness. I did it so you wouldn’t constantly talk /look through me to her.

I remember when fashion leggings were relatively new and I, too, was in the “leggings aren’t pants” camp. Like you, I came to the position that what other people wear is none of my business.

My response to this fuckery.

Which is exactly why I switched to leggings. As a plus sized figure skater sharing ice with women in head to toe Lululemon, I want cute clothes too. I’m too old to still be hiding in high school PE clothes.

The perfume thing is no reserved only for the gym. People wear too much damn perfume.

I’m always waiting for that first lady to put too much of her foot on the front and just full on eat it.

Agreed! The last person I side-eyed in the gym was the girl listening to her music through her phone’s speakers.

I mean, wearing way too much perfume is just bad etiquette no matter where you are. I get it if you come straight from work and change in the bathroom, but light spritz is more than enough for any environment, and some people (myself included) are allergic to almost all perfumes and can have a hard time breathing.

I used to be adamantly in the leggings aren’t pants camp but then I got out of my teenage years and realized that what other people wear is none of my business.

Yep, there are two things I judge people at the gym for: bad etiquette on machines (usually phone-related) and, once in a while, using WAY too much perfume. Those things affect my ability to use the gym comfortably. What someone wears does not.

This is exhausting. People should wear what they want and what makes them comfortable.

First off, what type of fucking fluff piece is this for The Times?? Okay, down to business. This comment of hers bugged me the most.

Sweatpants are freaking hot, man, I would never work out in them unless I wanted to turn my netherbits into some sort of boggy Cajun-y nightmare full of ghosts and nutria.

No matter how they counter it the gist of their argument is “No fatties or oldsters in leggings, only hot chicks!”

When I work out, I just wear biker shorts and a sports bra, and I still get ridiculously hot and sweaty. If I were to throw on sweatpants for that, I might spontaneously combust.

I love her overuse of the word “we,” like her statements obviously apply to everyone. As someone who, like the author, fairly recently also made the decision to start focusing on my health, there is one thing I’ve definitely learned (about myself): exercising in yoga/fitted pants makes exercise easier and more…

I don’t think we have these issues in the running community. I just wear whatever the fuck I want and if it shows my fat dimpled ass, tough shit.

If the very toned gentleman with the amazing calves at my gym can wear shorts so short I am just waiting for a nut to come flying out... then I can wear my spandex and no makeup and no one should say anything

“It’s impossible to have once been a teenage girl and not, at some very deep level, feel that.”

Jones went on to wonder, why had sweatpants fallen out of fashion?