At the Y in my hometown, some men and women still wear T-shirts with the armholes down to the waist--maybe it's to match the 80s music, which, truth be told, no one will hear me complain about. But I do prefer arm-size armholes.
In the spinning class I tried where hard core heavy metal alternated with christian rock, and where the instructor exhorted us to "poooosh those pedals," the men apparently take seriously the instructor's strategy to take us to 'a fantasy place.' One man, for example, requested that we ride down a beach full of naked ladies.
Before class started, one spinner told another spinner the following joke:
Q: How do you tell the difference between a Baptist and a Presbyterian?
A: The Presbyterian will wave to you at the liquor store.