Does a locker room give people permission to indulge in their disgusting habits? I'm specifically thinking about the time I was at the sink and mirror in our local gym. A place where I swish mouthwash, fix my ponytail, and make sure my thong isn't riding above my yoga pants.
Out of nowhere, a naked woman sauntered up, and I kid you not, put her fucking foot up on the counter to lotion her leg.
I don't care if you are the first woman President, no one at the club cares to see your vagina.
Get a fancy merkin for it, tape a birthday bow on it, give your jungle a perm for all I care. Just understand that no one, other than your significant other, wants to see it.
And FYI, a merkin is a pubic wig. That's right. Google it. You'll be amazed.