Sure, Richard Simmons is strange, over the top and corny. He walks and talks like he’s not from this world, wearing striped shorts and a muscle shirt which don’t count as proper attire for people above the age of 22, at least in my book. And his hair looks like a squirrel exploded in it.
He’s 63 and still jumping around on TV shows and DVDs like he’s 32, and that’s respectable. And he’s insanely entrepreneurial: He’s made over 50 fitness and workout DVDs. Jup, over 50. And one of his latest gigs was as a “flight attendant” for Air New Zealand:
So, to be quite honest, even though I’m not really a fan of his, I definitely salute Richard Simmons. I salute him for being himself, I salute him for doing his thing and I salute him for not caring a flying fuck about what other people think of him.
Here’s to you, Richard.