Originally posted by Diesel
TNT, I agree with what you are saying, however, in my initial read of hammerheads post, I came away basically focused on the fact that his co-worker stated that he was lucky to look the way he does. Luck has nothing to do with it...
Diesel, o good bro from Joisey (I can say that - I went to college in New Joisey), I intrinsically agree with you. But I think that we're being a little too sensitive as to language.

The idiot who says that we're "lucky" to be built the way we are isn't trying to insult us. He's not trying to imply that we don't work to get where we're at, he simply doesn't have a clue about how much we work to get where we're at.

I think the issue I sense in this thread goes deeper than simply knowing thet we do as much as we do. There are two groups operating here: men and women tyhat bust their nuts to achieve excellence with their bodies. We'll call that group "Us."

The other group, obviously, is the couch potatoes that munch out of their butts all day or niht. Lattman49 paints a vivid picture of this group when he writes, "Gross is watching you eat a fucking P'zone like you're having sex with it." Obviously, we'll call this group "Them."

So there you have it. It's Us versus Them. And we will come out on top every time.

But if there is victory in being toned (not that there was ever a competition between Us and Them), there's also the matter of grace in victory. And it's a poor sensibility to take the noses of Them and rub them in the dirt.

If we look good, that's cool. It's what we do with it that counts. And when someone, regardless of how he or she looks, compliments me on how I look, I have a very simple response: "Thank you." No flames, no insults, no "If you took that SuperGiantBigGulpMassiveUltraPizzaBurgerAndFries out of your mouth, you could look like me, too." An attitude like that is not necessary, it's not appropriate, it doesn't do him any good, it doesn't do me any good, it's corrupting to the psyche (namely, mine), and it just plain sucks eggs.

All I know is that, in the end run, what goes around comes around. Two thoughts to put that in perspective . . .

First, there will come a day when you stand in judgment before that big Musclejock in the sky. He's gonna look at you and say, "Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!" Then you're realize what a shit you were today.

Second, true poetic justice would be if, ten years down the road, you were to run into the dude you reamed out today. You'd be fat and dumpy, and he would have gotten his act together to be ripped. And when you ask him how he did it, he's gonnna respond with the words in the first post in this thread: "Get your pussy ass in the gym and do some real exercise and start eating a real diet and shut the fu*k up about it." Then he'll tack on, "Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!"

That's poetic justice.