"I think aerobics are great, of course, but it just bores me out of my mind"
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There is a very Peter Steele kind of honesty in admiring the idea of self-improvement while refusing to pretend it’s fun. “I think aerobics are great” nods to the mainstream moral consensus of late-20th-century fitness culture: cardio is good for you, discipline is admirable, health is virtue. The “of course” is doing quiet, sarcastic work there, as if he’s acknowledging an expectation to praise it before delivering the real message.
Then he punctures it: “it just bores me out of my mind.” Not “I hate it,” not “it’s pointless,” but boring. That word is a provocation from a musician whose whole brand traded in intensity: drama, volume, mood, excess. Steele’s music (and persona) lived in the slow-burning, sensual, doom-laden spaces where feelings are allowed to sprawl. Aerobics, especially in its peak Jane Fonda-era cultural form, is cheerful, repetitive, upbeat, relentlessly functional. It’s exercise as pep rally. For someone wired toward the gothic and the grandly melancholy, that kind of brightness can feel less like motivation than emotional wallpaper.
The subtext is bigger than workout preference. He’s rejecting the idea that every “healthy” practice is automatically compatible with every temperament, and he’s also confessing a common modern fracture: we can intellectually endorse the correct lifestyle while being psychologically unsuited to the rituals that enforce it. Steele turns that mismatch into a deadpan credo: yes, be well. No, don’t ask me to enjoy the soundtrack.
Then he punctures it: “it just bores me out of my mind.” Not “I hate it,” not “it’s pointless,” but boring. That word is a provocation from a musician whose whole brand traded in intensity: drama, volume, mood, excess. Steele’s music (and persona) lived in the slow-burning, sensual, doom-laden spaces where feelings are allowed to sprawl. Aerobics, especially in its peak Jane Fonda-era cultural form, is cheerful, repetitive, upbeat, relentlessly functional. It’s exercise as pep rally. For someone wired toward the gothic and the grandly melancholy, that kind of brightness can feel less like motivation than emotional wallpaper.
The subtext is bigger than workout preference. He’s rejecting the idea that every “healthy” practice is automatically compatible with every temperament, and he’s also confessing a common modern fracture: we can intellectually endorse the correct lifestyle while being psychologically unsuited to the rituals that enforce it. Steele turns that mismatch into a deadpan credo: yes, be well. No, don’t ask me to enjoy the soundtrack.
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