Navel to spine

There's something humbling about being the token male in a pilates class. Sure, I won't complain about the personal attention I invariably get from the instructor, but then I remember it's because I'm the clumsy one who makes all the other people feel better about themselves. I certainly wouldn't be sticking it out if I didn't have friends there, though. They're pretty much all that stop me from feeling totally sketchy; even if I want to go for personal reasons the atmosphere almost forces you to think you're just a dirty old man who came to leer.

I think this spate of tailer parodies is hilarious. Here's a different one: Requiem for a Toy Story