Yes, I’m sure piety is the only reason Baptist men might prefer to get sweaty and naked only in the company of other men. 
Proselytizing/evangelizing is different from prayer, of course.
But, even so, a certain flavor of Christian takes the Great Commission very seriously, and seems to feel that they will get Special Bonus Jesus Points if they are aggressive and unrelenting in sharing the Good News. 
I searched for the story and found this link, which I was able to access.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/travel/2026/07/23/preachers-are-turning-planes-into-their-pulpits/
“That would be my nightmare,” someone wrote in response to an “open air airplane preaching” video posted on TikTok in June. “Can’t even walk away.”
“The way I would open that emergency exit,” another person wrote. Someone else weighed in: “This is why I drive.”
Good point.
In that case it’s more like:
If anyone will not welcome you or listen to your words, leave that home or town and shake the dust off your feet.
(Bring a parachute)
Online therapy platform NOCD posts a video where mental health professionals collectively cast doubt on reality-TV star Catie Norbo’s OCD diagnosis, based on footage from a reality TV show.
Callous? Wildly unprofessional? Indeed.
What makes it stupid?
Turns out she’s their client.
They can call these gyms “Young Men’s Christian Associations”. Now they just need an anthem…
I’m sure they’ll find many ways to have a good time
I would just like to point out that the word “gymnasium” derives from the Greek word for “naked”.
Carry on.
Of course this has to be a way to get all their homoerotic feelings out.
It does feel like something Pete Hegseth would champion.
Back when I was flying I worked a lot of flights to Las Vegas. Which were often “interesting”. This was pre-9/11 when it was still the Captain’s job to evaluate & threaten miscreants with police intervention up close and personal. Can’t make a good decision on 2nd or 3rd hand information.
During the height of one of Las Vegas’s real estate booms I got to confront multiple examples of big-haired blonde real estate agents passing out their business cards to all the passengers. They usually sat down and shut up once confronted. Usually.
The most fun was a stripper who worked at a club close to the Las Vegas airport. She passed out a few cards then delivered a lap dance to some guy seated in what was then termed First Class. He didn’t seem to mind, but his wife seated alongside was … livid. That’s when I got the call to intervene.
Well, Honey which will it be? The jail in Denver or you sleep at your place in Vegas tonight? She chose Vegas. But it was a close call. I did have a drunk overbearing sales manager type choose Denver once. He was real surprised his bluster Did. Not. Work.
I don’t much miss working, but I’d love to stuff it to one of those proselytisers.
In some religious traditions there’s no way to win. You can’t think about men or women.
That’s crazy.
Oooh, that would be fun. I’d be thinking, “Choose Denver jail, choose Denver jail.”
Where they’d probably start preaching at the other inmates.
Yet another of increasingly many reasons to avoid flying.
I think this might work better …
Yet another of increasingly many reasons to avoid
flyinggroups of random Americans. They be crazy an’ shit.
I’ve been watching YT videos about Sov Cits being hauled out of their cars after escalating a traffic stop. I would imagine his expression was similar to theirs.
Hey! I resemble that remark!
Back when I was a Mormon and came on a Mormon mission to Japan, we were instructed to initiate conversations on planes.
It was as successful as you can imagine.
Damn, I was stupid when I was young.
When I was stationed at Keflavik, one evening there was a knock at my door in the barracks and when I opened it there stood two earnest young men in white shirts and ties. Having been raised in Arizona my first thought was, Mormons. Why are Mormons knocking at my door? It turned out they were looking for my roommate who was working. After confirming they wanted an evening session I calculated a moment* and said the next time he’d be willing to see them was two days hence. They thanked my, went down the hall, and knocked on another door.
*While running a ‘string’ of six shifts in five days, watchstanders, like my roommate and I were, have two times when we were eight hours on, eight hours off, then eight hours on again. During those ‘doublebacks’ we weren’t interested in doing anything but sleeping and maybe getting a bite to eat. At the end of a string we got eighty hours off.
If someone is taking creative license in how they choose to perform a “ritual work”, then criticism is valid.
If the purpose is to perform the national anthem, then perform the anthem. Not some wild variant of words and music inspired by the anthem.
“Wow, Tommy Tuneless’s variant of the National Anthem sucks balls.”
Personally, those kinds of things are one subgroup forcing their opinions on the whole audience. It’s fair and within bounds to disagree. Either with the forced ritual, or the quality of the ritual.
I mean, I don’t go out of my way to speak during or after a prayer in a public venue, but I’m not bowing my head, and if I want to criticize the preacher for his version of Christianity on Facebook later, or write a letter to the editor, or make a YouTube response, that’s my right too.