I’ve always been the single type. Blame it on the parents’ bad marriage, the hookup culture, or the social awkwardness so entrenched into my personality. Take into account running with the wrong crowd for a brief period and discovering handsome strangers around every corridor in college. You have a 19-year-old girl who neither needed nor wanted to get wrapped up in emotions.
Muscle Pharm’s latest preworkout put me on blast today.
It’s easy to get sucked into the fitness world, with all its flashy, overpriced shaker bottles and steamy, sexy photoshoots (professional photographers and mirror selfies both count).
The image: A bunch of sweaty, muscular, narrow-eyed meatheads lifting dumbells the size of your body.