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the sexualization of women weight lifters bothers me. It also kind of bothers me that I can't quite articulate why it bothers me. So here I am trying to articulate for you, but mostly for myself, why it bothers me. To start, I think there are some endearing things about man friends on my Facebook posting sexualized photos of weightlifting women. It might sound strange but I'm not being disingenuous. I think it's a way of saying I think women who are strong and powerful are sexy. And I think there is something really nice about that sentiment. It's a way of going against masculine norms (while unfortunately still following them) and saying these women don't intimidate me, they arouse me. <--strange, but that's what it's saying. So why does this bother me then. What bothers me is the types of videos they choose to post. It bothers me when women have huge fake breasts in these videos. It bothers me when they are wearing booty shorts or tight lace

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