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Giger Abs

I’m all for working out, staying healthy and keeping one’s self in shape.

I mean, not personally. But as an abstract concept, I can support it.

But at what point did we as a society begin to celebrate turning one’s abs into H.R. Giger-esque nightmares?

I don’t know whether to mock this preening gym rat’s overly developed abs while macking on Brit Vegas Girl, or tape a picture of them to my Freshman year dorm room wall to show my dark graphic-design side.