Tuesday, February 06, 2007

proof that american idol causes brain damage

"you did not just open the window," the girl said. "it's FREEZING outside!"

i turned around wearily, sweat-soaked. she was lying on the (one) pilates mat in front of the tv, wearing a sweater. sweat dripped from my forehead, and i motioned vaguely at the other girls around me - some on treadmills, some on ellipticals, some on bikes.

"there's 25 girls in here," i begged. "and no air-conditioning. i'm dying over here."

the girl next to her repeated, "you can't open the window. it's cold outside. we could catch a chill."

"you have the heater on high," i pointed out.

"no, i'm sorry," she said firmly. "you can't open the window. i could get sick."

i was frustrated and i was hot, but i went back to my place in front of the mirrors and attempted to continue my aerobics routine. i may have been uncomfortable, but they had a point, and in a public space like that you can't subject everyone to your set of rules. i turned the heater to low and was trying to channel my irritation into my kicks, just like my mother taught me, when one of the girls got up off the mat, walked over to me, and cleared her throat.

i paused my music. "hi," i said.

"hi," she said. she glanced at her friend, who was still sitting in front of the tv, and then looked back at me. "listen," she said, "do you think you could do that in your room?"

i blinked at her.

"do what?"

"your dancing," she said. "with the loud music."

"you want me to do this in my room," i repeated slowly.

she nodded. "yeah."

you have GOT to be kidding, i thought.

"do you want me to turn my music down?"

"well, i mean, since you're so hot and everything, maybe it would be better if you just did it in your room. then you could open the window."

in my head, a little picture of my room - roughly the shape of a cuticle, only smaller and occupied by two beds, a desk and a dresser - popped up. i laughed.

"you have GOT to be kidding," i said.

she turned defensive. "i don't think it's funny. you know, people come down to the gym to watch tv. your dancing and music shouldn't interfere with that."

"i'm perfectly ok with turning my--"

wait a minute.

"what did you say?" i squinted.

she crossed her arms, giving me a good long view of her engagement ring. "the reason people come to the gym is to watch tv," she explained impatiently. "because there's no other place to watch it. that's why it needs to be warm in the gym. your loud music and dancing interferes with people watching tv, and that's not fair. so i'm asking if you can go up to your room."

i found myself at a complete loss for words. had she said something like, "your music's too loud," or "your sweatshirt's on the weight table," i would have known how to respond. this, however, was so far beyond me it was like a distant star in the night sky.

first of all, there are many places, in my building alone, where you can watch tv. american idol, doubly so. there is the - get this! - TV LOUNGE, on the first floor, where the tv is RESERVED at 8:00 for american idol. in fact, everybody goes there specifically to watch american idol and eat reheated chinese, these being two excellent reasons why i don't do aerobics in the tv lounge. this is also failing to take into account the student lounge on the 19th floor, from which some of you may remember i stole a rather large television all those many months ago.

but none of that really matters, because there is a subtle yet extremely dense problem with this logic. follow me closely here, as what i am about to say may come as a complete shock to those of you who are not natural-born citizens of this star-system:

PEOPLE DO NOT GO TO THE GYM TO WATCH TV. PEOPLE GO TO THE GYM TO WORK OUT.

well, earthlings do, anyway.

unfortunately, when actually confronted with this girl's claim, i failed to produce a counterargument nearly as cohesive as the above. it was more like that scene in star trek where i think chekhov or spock or someone grins broadly and pretends to die, while the other tells the robot, "he died from too much happiness!", and the robot's head subsequently explodes.

what i came up with was, "huh?"

"your dancing is making it hard for me to hear american idol!" she said.

"yeah," interjected her friend, "that's why you should go up to your room."

i stared at both of them for a very long time, trying to follow their reasoning. i couldn't even find it in me to be angry. finally, abandoning my attempt to make the math line up, i did the only thing i could do:

i laughed.

and then, with much, much effort, i turned down my music a little, turned back to my mirror, and continued my aerobics routine.

somewhere out there, i thought, is a very lucky guy.

13 Comments:

Blogger Ayelet said...

Jeez. The sick thing is that they were all indignant-like as if they actually had a legitimate argument!

9:32 PM  
Anonymous Mordy said...

While I think they were complete idiots, I think you're unfairly painting American Idol as the culprit. I happen to love watching AI. From the comfort of my couch. Not in a gym.

2:14 AM  
Anonymous Safranit said...

Umm...and I thought this was a school with standards...apparently low ones!

Keep laughing.

4:25 AM  
Blogger PsychoToddler said...

I pity the fool who gave that girl a ring. He's in for a tough life. Unless it was you, Mordy.

"Come along, Mortimer, and bring my bags."

"Yes, Shnookums."

8:43 AM  
Blogger tuesdaywishes said...

Her hubby will learn to leave the house during AI. Of course, he may not come back.

BTW... I love the ring thing. It's a dominance display there, like a gorilla showing his silverback or a stallion rearing to display his testes. Got to refer that to the Anthropology dept.

11:29 AM  
Blogger Mrs. Balabusta said...

What you should have said is: "Its a good thing my mom isn't here...."

Or -

"What that show should be called is American Idiot, cause that's the only ones that watch it."

Or finally -

"Thank you for taking the time to talk to me. I think the problem is that You came to the gym to watch TV and I came to the gym to workout. I will turn down my music so I disturb you less. However, may I also point out that the TV lounge is reserved for watching American Idiot on Tuesday nights. Perhaps you would be more comfortable there."

Do not apologize for working out. She will remember you more than you know.

6:08 PM  
Blogger Shira Salamone said...

Amen to that last one, Mrs. B.!

A little seichel (common sense) goes a long way. A lot of seichel goes even farther. Good for you for not letting these folks intimidate you into leaving the gym, where *you* belonged and *they* didn't.

9:38 PM  
Blogger Hila said...

I love American Idol. I like to work out (while listening to music). The gyms (there are several) at my college all have TVs, but none of them are ever turned up loud enough to discern what people are saying. Even if they were, I wouldn't go to the gym to watch t.v. If I want entertainment while working out, I listen to my iPod or read a magazine on the elliptical. Stupid girls. Don't they know any better? And I'm with your dad- the idiot who gave that bimbo a ring is gonna have his work cut out for him. I'm guessing the only workout that ditz gets is lifting her precious ring finger up and down under all the weight of her precious diamond. Harumph!


Good on ya for sticking to your guns, though!

-Hila

1:54 AM  
Blogger RaggedyMom said...

Fudge, those NY-area girls can be tough. This ain't no Wisconsin.

Next time? "I'm not dancing. This is called aerobics. I'd be happy to give a class if you're getting married soon and want to, you know . . . slim down?" Cue loud music.

10:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Fudge, this is such a well-written story...I love it! Esp. the ring...just this week my (little) sister tried to pull some dominance over me with her engagement ring! She may have a ring, but you have common sense (and soon to be, a tighter tummy!)

10:58 AM  
Blogger 30cal said...

I think we could afford to be a bit more reasonable here. Just because Fudge had the perfect opportunity to express some heartfelt pity and disdain for the fool, does not mean she was wrong to show a little restraint. All those great one liners would likely have been wasted on the likes of such, and then where would we be? One more one-liner short, that's where we'd be.

11:06 PM  
Anonymous sterngrad said...

gotta love stern...

11:30 AM  
Blogger Ezzie said...

Next time? "I'm not dancing. This is called aerobics. I'd be happy to give a class if you're getting married soon and want to, you know . . . slim down?" Cue loud music.

LOL. In case she wasn't anorexic already...

9:22 PM  

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