They were playing the morning radio at the gym. The radio ads were so depressing. Chewing gum for the guys, waxing for the girls. To freshen your breath, "so you can have close conversations in the elevator, and no one will ask what you had for lunch... yesterday!". To remove all of your hair "...so you're not like, 'Hi, unsuspecting cute guy, I'm about to make your worst fantasies come true!'" The people on the radio, the songs on the radio, the radio is paid for by companies who want you to know that your body is disgusting. They know you know. They want you to know that you can fix it, though.

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