I don't have a problem with nudity.
Okay, to be fair? Sometimes I do. For example, I have no desire to see Kenny Rogers naked. I'm pretty sure that when he takes off his shirt, you totally can't even tell because he looks like he has a hair vest. I've never been close enough to confirm this, but I'm betting it's true.
But at the gym? I don't care. I don't think women should have to twist themselves into teeny-tiny little pretzels so not one inch of their bare skin shows while they are changing. It's not that big of a deal. You take off your swimsuit or your yoga pants, you put on your street clothes, you go home. Big deal.
I do not like it though, oh not even one little bit, when people walk around naked in the locker room and attempt to have conversations with you.
I also do not like, to a lesser extent, when people have long, detailed cell phone conversations with their husband or pimp or whatever while they are naked in the locker room.
And I most ESPECIALLY do not like when a certain woman at my gym walks around shrieking into her cell phone, "I don't know....Long John Silvers? I don't know...Burger King? I don't know...what do you want to eat?" while naked. And stretching. AND PROPPING HER LEG UP ON THE BENCH ON WHICH I'M SITTING SO HER LADY BUSINESS IS NEARLY IN MY FACE.
Also? If she's going to walk around so lewdly? It would behoove her to look into the miracle that is the bikini wax.
Sweet Fancy Moses.