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Nakedness, and also ballet
Nov. 24th, 2005 10:12 amWould you wear a swimming costume in the bath? No?
So why were all those women at the spa yesterday sitting in the jacuzzi, or the sauna, or the lounge, with clothes on? It's so nice to swim naked, and so nice when you get out of the pool to be dry after a quick rub-down, and not wrapped in a clammy costume. And where, pray, is the pleasure in showering pre-sauna then sitting in the hot room with a wet cossie on? We all had bathrobes, so why so shy, ladies?
Mad. All mad. I was the only one naked. Which probably sounds like a nightmare, but actually made me feel puzzled and mildly superior. (Also, middle-aged, as in 'old enough not to care'. Shrug.) Ten, fifteen years ago, when I used to go there occasionally with my best friend, *nobody* wore a swimsuit except 75+ year old ladies, who are excused on grounds of being from a more modest generation. But now... Why? Why? In an environment designed for women to be self-indulgent, why didn't they all swim naked? It feels so *nice*.
A possible explanation occurs to me: I was on my own. Most people were with a friend. Perhaps it's more embarrassing to be naked in front of a good friend than in front of complete strangers?
I'd post a poll, but I can't be bothered. At any rate, I had a pleasant enough time, and a very agreeable massage which seems to have resettled my head nicely atop my spine. But the 'Colour Studio' was silly.
On a quite different topic, I went to the ballet last night. Actually met![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
interlock in Charing Cross Road as I was attempting to find a cab, but this fortuitous encounter meant we got on the bus together instead. It's too long since I was familiar with bus routes around town. Met up with hsw and several other people, to see 'Edward Scissorhands' at Sadlers Wells. And how glad I am that I joined the group. It was absolutely delightful, full to the brim with character as Matthew Bourne's ballets generally are, and there were some utterly magical moments as well. Dancing topiary! I now have to see the film.
So why were all those women at the spa yesterday sitting in the jacuzzi, or the sauna, or the lounge, with clothes on? It's so nice to swim naked, and so nice when you get out of the pool to be dry after a quick rub-down, and not wrapped in a clammy costume. And where, pray, is the pleasure in showering pre-sauna then sitting in the hot room with a wet cossie on? We all had bathrobes, so why so shy, ladies?
Mad. All mad. I was the only one naked. Which probably sounds like a nightmare, but actually made me feel puzzled and mildly superior. (Also, middle-aged, as in 'old enough not to care'. Shrug.) Ten, fifteen years ago, when I used to go there occasionally with my best friend, *nobody* wore a swimsuit except 75+ year old ladies, who are excused on grounds of being from a more modest generation. But now... Why? Why? In an environment designed for women to be self-indulgent, why didn't they all swim naked? It feels so *nice*.
A possible explanation occurs to me: I was on my own. Most people were with a friend. Perhaps it's more embarrassing to be naked in front of a good friend than in front of complete strangers?
I'd post a poll, but I can't be bothered. At any rate, I had a pleasant enough time, and a very agreeable massage which seems to have resettled my head nicely atop my spine. But the 'Colour Studio' was silly.
On a quite different topic, I went to the ballet last night. Actually met
interlock in Charing Cross Road as I was attempting to find a cab, but this fortuitous encounter meant we got on the bus together instead. It's too long since I was familiar with bus routes around town. Met up with hsw and several other people, to see 'Edward Scissorhands' at Sadlers Wells. And how glad I am that I joined the group. It was absolutely delightful, full to the brim with character as Matthew Bourne's ballets generally are, and there were some utterly magical moments as well. Dancing topiary! I now have to see the film.