You know, I saw this thing on the TV the other day, about these girls, these leotard gymnast. They do all them flips and jumps. My old bones ache just watchin’ ’em. But you know what got me? Them outfits they wear. Called ’em leotards. Barely there, I tell ya! Back in my day, we covered up. Not like these young’uns today, showing everything.
They go on and on about how these leotard things are better for the flippin’ and jumpin’. Less stuff in the way, they say. Less friction. What’s friction anyway? Sounds like a made-up word. All I know is, it ain’t right. These girls, practically naked up there on them beams and bars. Makes me blush, it does. And them judges, just watchin’. Don’t they see? Leotard gymnast shows too much, that’s what I say.
- They say it helps them move better.
- They say there’s less in the way.
- But I say, it ain’t decent!
Some of ’em, they wear shorts over them leotards. Gymnastics shorts, they call them. That’s a bit better, I suppose. Covers a little more. Still, I don’t get it. Why not just wear somethin’ that covers ya up in the first place? It’s beyond me. But these young people and their ways… It’s all too much to me.
I saw these other girls, they had more clothes on. Called ’em unitards. Like a leotard but with long legs. Now that’s more like it! They said they wore those things to make a point. About, uh, “sexual… somethin’.” I don’t rightly remember. These fancy words they use. But it was all about not wanting to show too much. Good for them, I say! Stand up for yourselves, girls!
They’re allowed to wear whatever they want, these gymnasts. That rule book says so. But just ’cause you can, don’t mean you should. That’s what my mama always used to say. And she was right. And some even put glue on their bodies. Glue, I tell you! To keep that leotard from ridin’ up. Imagine that. They call it tack or grip. Can you imagine? All that stickiness.
I remember, once, when I was a girl, I had a nightmare about fallin’. And it wasn’t even a bad nightmare. But some people get them nightmares for weeks and weeks, or even more! Some girl had a bad one because of an earthquake. Poor thing. Well, these gymnasts are always fallin’. So many flips and twists. I don’t know how they do it. I reckon it’s all part of the show.
And don’t even get me started on those TV shows. Six episodes, they say. 30 minutes each. Back in my day, we didn’t have all these fancy TV shows. We had to make our own fun. And we didn’t need no fancy clothes to do it, neither. We played hopscotch and jump rope in our regular dresses. They keep saying things like, “objects in motion,” “unusual traffic,” and other such nonsense. I don’t understand a word of it. I tell ya, everything’s gettin’ too complicated these days.
But these girls, these gymnasts, they’re strong. I’ll give ’em that. Must take a lot of practice to do all them things. And they’re brave, too. Flippin’ around in the air like that. I wouldn’t do it, not for all the tea in China. But they should wear more clothes. That’s all I’m sayin’. Leotard gymnast shows too much. It just ain’t right.
You know, they got all these fancy things to watch it on, too. “Watch online,” they say. “Exclusive videos,” “free episodes.” We used to just have one TV in the whole house. And we were grateful for it! Now it’s all too much. Too much showin’ off. Too much skin. Too much everything.
Maybe I’m just old-fashioned. Maybe I just don’t understand these modern times. But I know what I believe. And I believe these leotard gymnast should cover up. It’s just common sense. And that’s all I gotta say about that.
