I hurried down the stairs at the gym and ran into – almost – what seemed half of London’s future female population. A very long line of very young girls, society’ mothers of the 2030s, were filing into a grand auditorium.
|Fit and ready ... Very keen young ladies appeared in the centre and set me pondering on a distant future. Photo from the Gym Club's Facebook page, and borrowed gratefully.|
They were young, very young, and that was the greatest surprise of seeing the orderly very long march-past at Tolworth Recreation Centre.
Scores and scores of them walked along orderly, happily, as if they were all friends together, with surprisingly for humans, not the least sign of competition or animosity.
They seemed dressed in identical swim suits and each fashioned with a same present-day swept-back hairstyle. And each looked surprisingly well, surely a sign of truly caring parents.
|The path to fitness ... Just how keen these enthusiasts were for the gym came as a surprise, as was the astonishing number of them. It seemed a really good sign for the future. Many thanks to the Gym Club's Facebook page for this image of their youthful fans.|
Was this a fashion show for post-toddlers, perhaps even the start of a strip show for junior primary pupils, I wondered, waiting for a break to get through the immense queue.
However, the column continued, on and on.
Plenty of time
The view and the delay offered plenty of time to dwell on where this army of very young ladies might be heading in life … and the unfairness of gender challenges that presumably they won’t know much about till they happen.
For these little girls, another seven or eight years will start what seems unfairly a much more arduous transformation that lads of their generation will never know. And then starting off the next generation often seems a happier pleasure for males, but rather the opposite for future mothers when it’s time for the unborn to arrive.
Watching the troupe marching into the hall, it was hard to overlook a further transformation they will experience beginning in, perhaps, forty or fifty years or so, menopause that male friends of these little marchers will be spared.
After the few minutes of the march-past - by what I learned were members of the Tolworth Gym Club – I recalled gratefully an old saying.
Probably these bright young things deserve to be forewarned of the waiting unfairness, but their smiles and obvious pleasure with life suggests the good sense at times like this of the saying, ignorance is bliss.
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