I have to thank the Mazda people (or is it Mitsubishi?) for alerting me to my new favorite work-out CD: Dirty Vegas. It’s the commercial that we call, “The one with that creepy, freaky girl.” They have a new commercial out now featuring a very handsome man and now I’ll have to track the song from that down, too, so I can get the CD from the library and burn it.
I don’t have much music to work out to. I have Madonna (natch), Moby, Everything but the Girl, and Bjork. All my other stuff from the bad old days (the 80s) I don’t really like Noah to listen to because that’s back when I worshipped at the altar of negativity.
I downloaded a song from Scraping Foetus off the Wheel (DI 1-9026) back in the heady days of Napster and I had to delete it because I didn’t want it to be in the same house with my son. It has a good beat and you can dance to it. And I did love dancing to it but maybe I should have been listening a bit more closely to the lyrics.
Or the Swans, I used to dance to the song “Time is Money (Bastard),” which has the lyrics, “Your body’s private/ Your body’s sacred/ You should be violated/ You should be raped/ Someone weaker than you should rape you.” Ironically (or perhaps not), at the height of my angry punk rock phase (and when I owned the record this song was on), I was also working for Women Against Rape (the now defunct rape crisis center in Columbus).
Jeez, I was so mad back then and it felt so good to dance *hard.* I loved industrial music and I still have a great fondness for Cabaret Voltaire. The video for “Sensoria” used to spook the hell out of me.
Ok, that’s enough reminiscing. What was I talking about? Oh yeah, working out.
I haven’t run in a long time because it’s getting dark too early, so I’m back to doing aerobics.
I had a friend say to me once, “You are so brave! You’re having all these skinny girls over [it was a potluck per our usual get togethers] and you didn’t even put your step bench away!”
Now tell me, why is this brave? I didn’t know what to say. I like to exercise. I feel healthy and strong when I’m doing it regularly. Why would I be embarrassed to publicly admit that I’m a chubby girl who works out? I don’t work out to get skinny; I work out to be healthy.
Anyway, I was thinking about that while I was working out today.
Chubby girls fight back! Dance dance dance! Play that funky music! Get jiggy with it! Vogue!
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Oooooh…love Bjork! Even thou I haven’t a single CD. And believe me, this chubby chica loves to break loose on the dancefloor…or even in the car.
lol…i always eagerly fall back into listening to “god damn the sun” by the swans. i was also a big smiths fan. i don’t understand people who do not enjoy depressing music! i esp. like the light-hearted music with extremely depressing lyrics. “who loves the sun?” by the velvet underground is another old favorite. who cares that it is shinin’???
geez, what do i have against the sun?
heather