Hello, I'm Sheila D. Rubin,
the newest member of the Wake Up San Diego team.
I'll be bringing you a new segment once a week called...
I'm sorry, do you mind if I try that again?
Hi, I'm Sheila D. Rubin,
and I am the newest member of the Wake Up San Diego team.
- Thank you. - I'll be bringing you
a new segment every single week ca...
- I'm so sorry, that's not right. - It's all for you.
Okay, I'll just try one more time. Here it goes.
Hello, I'm Sheila D. Rubin, the newest member of the Wake Up San Diego team.
I'll be bringing you a new weekly segment called Waking Up With Sheila.
Is that okay? That... Did that work?
To know who you choose to be, we must first examine the competition.
The Southern California fitness field is growing, nay, flourishing.
And in order to keep everyone straight, we have separated them into convenient...
if not somewhat oversimplified lady buckets.
I feel like we could come up with a nicer phrase than...
Lady bucket number one, "bubbly blondes."
While there is no shortage of competition in this area,
the pacesetter, without a doubt,
is Kelly Kilmartin.
She's the bubbliest, the blondest and without a doubt the most famous
due to her starring role in television's Trish Out of Water.
Ugh, my favorite episode is the one set in Hawaii.
- Most of it's... - Not ever, Fidelia.
Kelly pulls off a real high-wire act.
She's sexy enough for the men
but still sweet enough to appeal to the women.
Okay, got the gist on that.
Lady bucket number two, "sultry sirens."
This is the under-the-radar
but still fast-growing field of ballet-based teachers.
And at the very top of this heap,
Rita Bachmann.
She teaches a very exclusive, very European class.
You wanna think black leotards, sweaty basements.
And apparently she'll exercise your lady basement as well.
- She makes you squeeze your vagina. - I got it. Loud and clear.
Third bucket, "tough-girl tomboys."
This is your short hair, your muscle-bound, your masculine types.
You really wanna think more workhorse than show pony, if you catch my drift.
Ladies, I...
Thank you, honestly, for this initiative.
But I just don't think that my TV persona fits into...
to any of these lady buckets.
All right. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this,
but would it help you at all visualize yourself
if we organize some kind of photo shoot?
Yes, that could be helpful.
Just kidding, I was dying for it to come to this.
- Fidelia, it's go time. It's go time. - Yep, yep.
- When I say go time, you go. - Yeah!
This is so exciting.
Okay. Yeah.
Can someone tend to Grace, please?
And Maria.
- We're all agitated and for good reason. - Yeah.
Those were kitchen windows that were broken last night.
Martha Kinard found shards of glass in her sugar bowl.
That's on the family's breakfast table, Carl.
I don't live in that kind of world. Do you?
- Shards of glass in the family sugar bowl? - No.
What was I talking about?
You were putting neighborhood watch duties down the side there.
And I'll put the days of the week across the top.
Okay, that one's obvious.
…all week, man. I've been dying to come down here.
- All right, guys. Let's get it on. - Okay.
Gentlemen, what game are we playing?
I mean, what game are you guys playing? Hearts?
Better not be hearts.
'Cause I'll tell you what, if it is hearts,
there's no way I am not gonna take all your money.
We're not playing hearts. We're playing poker.
Good.
Well, my job here is done.
Not my job job. I'm not, like, a janitor or anything.
Actually, I set these up,
- trying to get more people around here… - Bam!
…recycling and...
Never mind.
So, I will leave you guys to it.
Just two more.
What's that?
Enjoy it. Have fun.
- Right? - Wow.
Yeah?
Honey, that is not you.
No. No, no.
- Yeah. - No.
You look like a she-devil, but old.
Sheila, I can see your whole butt, Sheil.
- Yeah? I'd like to apologize. - Yeah, I think it's not the...
Yeah.
Yes.
Yes? Okay.
Now we're talking.
Are you kidding me?
If carpincho leather had lady parts and a heart of gold,
it would be you right now.
This is it, right?
You look super hot!
Doesn't she look super hot?
Yeah, for sure.
Can you hold still now?
These pictures are for a fitness enterprise, sir.
Well, they're gonna be blurry pictures, ma'am.
Don't you dare call her "ma'am."
- Is "ma'am" an offensive term? - To a woman dressed like that? Yeah.
Can you do your moves at, like, 20% of the regular speed?
Okay.
You look so great. You look so good.
I can't do this, Greta.
Yep, I know what we need, handcuffs.
- Fide... - No. Jesus, no.
This... This whole outfit, this look, it's not me. It's...
I'm not this dark.
Not out loud, at least.
Hey, hey, you are sexy.
I say that objectively.
- My hour's almost up, so… - Just take five minutes, okay?
Okay, yeah, let's take five. Let's take five, everybody.
Easy return.
"All progress depends on the unreasonable man."
Hey, hey, asshole! Why would you do that?
Hey.
Hey!
Hey! Hey, asshole!
You had it in the right bin. Who would do that?
Who would take it out of the right bin and put it in the wrong bin?
I know you can hear me. Hey!
SEAFARER'S VILLAGE
Hey!
Hey, asshole!
How did you get the address?
Some friends at the club told me.
Well, not exactly friends. And they didn't tell me.
They told each other in the steam room, in heated whispers, but I was there.
I'm excited for Rita's class.
Hi. How are you?
My name is Greta. I'm friends with Diana Wallace.
She... S-Subtle.
You, yes.
You, no.
Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are?
- One sec, just... - What?
That was unconscionable, the trench coat, the attitude?
- Who gives a hoot? - I do.
- I'm not doing this without you. - Hey, this is research, remember?
We're here to clock the competition, not join the club.
Besides, I'd rather putter around the Talbots down the street
than suck in my stomach for an hour with those sluts.
So take good mental notes, yeah?
I wanna hear all about it.
And hang yourself.
Look at yourself.
Really look.
Now shake it up. Up.
You want to look like me.
But I can't help you if you're lazy.
Heels together, lift them up one inch.
One inch.
That is too high.
Now down into the knees. Lower.
Pull your pussy in and hold. Center.
Beautiful.
Did I just hear someone's pussy release?
Tighten it up.
Yes, and tuck.
Tuck. Let's go, tuck.
And tuck. Beautiful.
Knees together, open and close.
Open and close. Open and close.
Now lift your hand off the bar.
One inch, thank you.
Beautiful.
And now into whore's pose.
Hey!
Hey! I just wanted to...
I wanted to tell you that newspapers, they go in the middle bin. Okay?
Are you... Wait, what?
Yeah, you had it right.
And you took it from the right bin and you put it in the wrong bin.
I'm just telling you, you had it right.
You live at Seafarer's Village?
Not live there. I don't want to be painted with that brush.
But yeah, I'd stay there.
You ran all the way from there to here to tell me that?
Yes, it's important. Okay?
You needed to know that you had it... You had it right.
That's, like, three fucking miles, man.
You ran all the way from there to here just to tell me that?
Yeah, you're damn right I did. Okay? You needed to know.
Okay?
Okay.
All right.
Do not rise onto your toes.
You are not dancers, you just want to look like dancers.
And hold,
hold,
hold.
What is this fucking place?
Pathetic.
Hey, look at this cute little thing. Give me a couple of twirls.
Look how cute she is.
Why don't you give us a couple twirls? Nothing fancy.
They're looking at your hoo-ha.
You know that, right?
You're not even here, are you? Where did you go?
You coming back? Hey! Hey!
Coach Fairington "Sprint to the field house."
I needed that.
I really needed that.
Whose house was it this time?
The Sandbergs'.
Because they're Jewish?
What?
No.
No, no.
We know some Jewish people.
So, that's not why their windows got broken?
No.
Look, this destruction is going to continue until someone stops it.
Until someone finds this piece of so-and-so
and teaches them a lesson.
Do I have permission to keep my BB gun locked and loaded and at the ready?
This is live-action.
Yes, sir.
What are you making?
Spaghetti and meat sauce.
We eat meat sauce again?
Well, I was thinking, you know,
just because Daddy and I decided to go vegetarian
doesn't mean you have to necessarily.
I want you to decide for yourself.
So, you want meat sauce with your spaghetti?
There you go. Deciding for yourself.
Lucky girl, Maya.
You know what, sweetie, you can watch some TV
until I'm done here. Okay? Ten minutes.
You're starting to get pretty annoying.
When are you gonna decide for yourself what you want?
Not just on that TV show,
but are you a prim little vegetarian prude
or are you a hungry meat-loving whore?
I don't have to answer that.
Wait.
Why am I hiding? I'm not the wrongdoer.
You're the wrongdoer, you piece of so-and-so.
What are you doing?
Maria.
Shit!
Maria, language.
Get that flashlight out of my eyes!
It's... It's been you this whole...
That's a lot of windows you smashed, Maria.
I'm sorry for using the S-word.
It's okay.
Not for the windows.
What am I supposed...
Why have you been doing this?
Because I'm miserable.
I know it's been difficult.
- With the baby. - Not with the baby.
With everything, everyone but Grace.
With you. With your insufferable aunts. With...
Misery doesn't need reasons, John. You of all people should know that.
Give me the brick, Maria.
Maria.
I know it's not my turn to share but I have something to talk about.
There's a sign-up sheet for a reason.
I know, I know. But...
- It's for this reason. - I know, but I...
This exact type of reason.
Let her fucking talk, will you?
I was molested when I was, like, barely a teenager.
Taken advantage of, raped, I don't know the word.
All of them really apply.
But it was a friend of my father's, this guy I'd known my whole life.
And it would be, you know, living rooms at Christmas time
or in the backyard, Fourth of July.
And he would always ask me about my ballet.
Ask me to, you know, do a couple of twirls, a couple of pliés.
Nothing fancy.
Penché.
And anyway, it just... It all... This pain and this fury
just came rushing back to me at this ballet class that I took.
I mean, it wasn't really a ballet class actually,
it was more like this fitness class based...
That doesn't matter. I don't know why I'm talking about that.
- Sorry. I'm sorry. I just... - Hey, come on.
It all came back to me in a second in that hall of mirrors,
and I wanted to get out of there so bad.
And I just wanted to go to that fucking burger joint, to be honest,
but I didn't.
What'd you do instead?
I... I... I cooked my daughter dinner,
I went to bed, I slept like shit and came here and talked about it.
For, you know, the first time to anyone other than family.
So...
So, that's something, I suppose.
You're damn right it is.
What did you make her for dinner?
What?
Your daughter, what did you make her?
Spaghetti and meat sauce.
Yum. Sounds delicious.
Yeah.
Hey, are you good? You're good. This is good. This is you.
Yeah, I'll be right outside.
You are good.
You are good and you are grateful.
You have everything you need.
Just go out there and be honest.
Be yourself.
You know what I'm gonna say about that, right?
Nobody wants you to be yourself.
So your dad's buddy was kind of a creep to you a long time ago,
join the club.
Get what I'm saying?
You just take that feeling
and you just bury it deep, deep, deep inside you.
I didn't mean to upset you, sweetie.
I'm just trying to protect you.
'Cause out there, if you let people see that soft side of you,
they'll put you on an ice floe and leave you there to die.
All right, Sheila. Are you ready?
Oh, yes, I certainly am.
I'm Sheila D. Rubin, the newest member of the Wake Up San Diego team.
I'll be bringing you a new segment
once a week called Waking Up with Sheila.
Today's segment is an exciting one.
We're gonna be talking about warming up our muscles before we work out.
"Is that important?" You might ask. Well, it sure is. And I'm gonna show you why.