Power Women: Misunderstanding the Female Bodybuilder

Okay, I know the following words will be anathema to men of all races, creeds and colors. I know, in my heart and soul, I'll be disclosing some dark, ancient, mythological secret that, once revealed, will change human relations between men and women for eons to come. So be it. This needs to be said.

Some years ago-the eighties, to be exact-I became enraptured, enamored, en-"everything" with the sport of women's bodybuilding. Yes, God bless my soul, I can now admit to this deplorable, despicable skeleton that has rattled around in my closet for a couple of decades now. I love strong women in all ways the word strong can be attributed. In character, in spirit and last, but absolutely not the least of which is in body.

Yes, it's true, the sight of a woman with powerful, rippling thighs, a well-muscled torso, bar bending biceps, horse shoe shaped triceps and dense, striated pectorals (rock-hard boobs to you novices) gives me the happiest and simultaneously worse kind of rush. Though I must confess to not being a "muscle schmoe", as the terminology goes, which is definable as a geek, nerd, and or plain flat out weirdo who will do anything short of blowing his own brains out to be in the mere presence of a muscle goddess. Shudder.

These sexy, living statues in the flesh tend to have that effect on some men and are the embodiment of everything an independent, purpose minded female should be. Much to the chagrin of most if not the greater majority of the narrow-minded world populace. You see, these free spirited, "Live life on my own terms," sexy women instill many emotions and opinions in those unenlightened enough to see, well, the light.