Getting fit the sexercise way
A few years ago, I was helping clean out my Mom’s storage room — a cramped space filled to the brim with sewing supplies, long-forgotten craft projects and dusty bookshelves — when I came across a disturbing discovery. The offending item: a book from the early 1970s called Sexercises , a cringe-worthy tome that promised to help improve your sex life through simple everyday exercises. Inside the book I found page after page of black and white photographs featuring leotard-clad men and women gazing into each other’s eyes, stretching and thrusting their hips with the wild abandon and enthusiasm of a late 1990s Ricky Martin video.
