We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The hole in the wall inexpensive gym I use to seek the fountain of youth rarely has more than 6 customers in it at a time (aged 14 to 90), and they are all working with a trainer, or under a trainer's advice. Not a commercial gym, owned in fact by a physical therapist. You have to have a trainer in charge of your program to use it, and the trainer has to be ok with the physical therapist owner. No spandex, no guinea Ts, and no visible boobs or bouncing female behinds to distract or entertain. You are allowed to grunt as much as you need to and, for me, that is quite a bit.