Stringy, scrawny, emaciated; every one of them halfway to an eating disorder; self-abnegating “fitness” obsession produces bodies they can do nothing with that they actually enjoy; harridans and drill-sergeants manqué(e)s who couldn’t squat one plate for five reps; anti-racism is always more important than getting you stronger.
(Cf. “Apple Man.” Further, in those unflattering black-and-white photographs, which no digital camera can natively capture, even the [gay] negroes have drawn, lined, prematurely wrinkled faces. Within the reality-distortion field of Apple Park’s torus, black does crack.)