This is a huge reason why I turned my focus towards powerlifting/pure strength training.
Here's this clown, who is either a Turbo Polesmoker of Peace or a dude who thinks such prancing faggotry is gonna net him some poon, shining a spotlight on the inherent cheese of bodybuilding competition.
Plus, his pencil-rubber pecker is shaking and twitching underneath what I can only assume is fancy underwear, and NOT posing trunks.
If I was this asshat's father, and I was in attendance, I'd quickly exit the auditorium to find a firearm so I could pump a round into my skull.