Week after week of close-shot analysis of some rather snazzy muscular midriffs, thighs and upper arms has resulted in men getting more than a bit upset about what they see in the mirror.
Muscle dysmorphia was once the preserve of body builders (who saw themselves as puny even though they were 6'5 and weighed 300 pounds), but now it has crept into an office near you. All the throwing of T-shirts at the end of races has not helped.
Unfortunately, six packs require years of investment in personal trainers. If the man sitting next to you in the office is now absent for three hours a day, and his arms mysteriously keep growing in width, you can conclude he is in the gym and in the throes of the disorder.
When buttons start to pop on his suits, some interventions might be in order. Men respond to praise (women always assume you're up to something), so the best approach is to say: 'You look so very big and strong now,' and hope that this satisfies their dysmorphia, not to mention their egos.
This approach is also effective with bosses and husbands.
