Joys of the Gym

I went to the gym yesterday afternooon and I once again remembered why I loathe the gym in the afternoon.
Besides the obvious reason, being way too busy and having to fight for machines, I also discovered there are usually at least 2 people there that I hate. I don't know them, but I hate them anyway. They are almost always women.
Now, I'm a girl's girl. I like other women. I think women are interesting and smart and cute and funny. Just check out all my links. Almost all chicks.
But the gym is a different story. I feel that there are always a couple women there just begging for attention. I can feel the desperation steaming off of them and it makes me sick. Not to mention, it distracts from my work out.
For example, today I was on the eliptical and a woman in her 30s jumps on the one beside me. Since I was on a machine with no TV, I have to look at something, so I glanced over at her. First thing I noticed: Tan. Orange tan. In February. OK, I can deal with that, in the past I have been a tannorexic in mid-winter. I know it's a sickness. But then I noticed she was wearing a sports bra. No shirt. And teeny, tiny, tight shorts. Booty shorts. Nothing else. This, to me, reeks of desperation. There is no need to wear that. It's not that hot in there. It's February. Everyone else is in normal things: t-shirts, sweats, an occasional tank top. She wanted people to look at her.
Some may think jealousy spurred my irritation, but that's not the case. She had an OK body, but it wasn't nicer than mine. I guess I was so angry about it because she is an example of why women are looked at as pieces of meat. Why women are still judged by how they look in their underwear.
Awhile later, I was over doing my abs. I was doing reverse cruches on a bench. A cute girl that I had seen flirting with various guys through out the afternoon was beside me on a bench, doing the same exercise. I'm pretty sure I'm aware of how to do said exercise, and I'm sure she was too. Except when she brought her legs up, she threw them up over her head and almost touched her toes to the bench above her head. I'll give you a minute to picture it...
Not necessary for that particular exercise.
At first, I didn't understand why she was doing it. I thought I was missing out on some new thing, that I would grow a 6 pack if I did what she was doing. But then I noticed many guys (we were in the weight lifting section) were watching her. And, more importantly, she was watching them watch her. She even seemed to smirk about it.
Most any woman can contort their body and throw their ass in the air for the world to admire, but the fact is, most choose not to. Again, she was begging for attention. The neediness dripped down with the sweat rolling off her perfect cheek bones.
I think from now on, I'll stick to my 2:00 AM gym time, where the only people I have to look at are the creepy grunting guy and the nice black girl who always wears red sweats and smiles at me. She doesn't make me ashamed to be a woman.