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As you’ve gathered by now, each and every gym (--or health club, or fitness farm; or whatever-the-marketing-guy-decided-to-call-it-to-hit-the-target-demographic--) is it’s own delicate little ecosystem.

As such, the slightest imbalance can throw the harmony of the entire structure out of whack; madness, destruction and cataclysmic change can—and will—occur.

Take, for example, the sight of you—New Gym Guy—in a see-through mesh tank top.

It might have seemed like a good idea, winking at you from some forgotten corner of your closet.

Hell, you tell yourself, you’ve been making progress.

And the girl who does kettlebell training two benches down hasn’t exactly noticed your ever-tighter fitting t-shirts, so, logically . . .

Don’t.

Ditto the denim cut-offs, rainbow-striped workout pants, army boots, and the any-everything you wore to the gym the day before.

It doesn’t matter whether you’re rocking a body fat percentage in the single or nowhere-near digits; some things just do not belong on the male body.

And yes, your tye-dye shirt is one of them.

Be mindful of your surroundings; study the delicate eco-system you inhabit, and react accordingly.

If you belong to one of those yuppie micro-fiber-everything because-sweat-isn’t-really-an-option cell-phone earpiece so-you-can-conference-call –during-cardio health ‘retreat centres,’then, yeah, dust off the earpiece and be a tool too.

Conversely, if the boys over at Body Barn like to accessorize powerlifting chalk with their wife-beaters, it couldn’t hurt for you to do the same.

Bear in mind that while, (by and large,) the majority of us at the gym are far too self-involved to notice anything you’re doing, the fastest way to change that (and, in doing so, throw the whole damn eco-system out of whack) is to march in tomorrow wearing your spandex bicycle shorts.