If you’re looking for one more reason to hate the various Hamptons—a reason other than $29 guacamole, $100-a-pound lobster salad, and some party where Tom Brady may or may not have brushed up against Kim Kardashian—I invite you to sign up for a workout.
It will probably cost more than it should, the parking lot will be pulsing with Range Rovers and rage, and someone’s foot will kick remarkably close to your face. You will discover the particular revulsion of being sprayed with foreign sweat. And, if you’re lucky, an influencer will capture it all on Instagram Reels. Fun, right?
