The owner of Instagram superstar Jen Selter’s butt, whose name is Jen Selter, now has a fitness column in the New York Post. This does not affect my life in any way, except to cause mild amusement. I mean, good for her, but the usefulness of her fitness advice to others remains dubious, as a summary of her column about helping her mom get in shape seems to indicate (no, I didn’t read the original column):

According to Selter, her physique has nothing to do with genetics. Conveniently, this quote is placed very close to an image of Jen Selter standing next to her mother, who looks a lot like an older Jen Selter because that’s how genetics work — your parents hand you a set of traits that can manifest in different ways depending on an extent to personal choices and environment, and you kind of have to play the hand you’re dealt. Nothing. To. Do. With. Genetics.

Look: I’m all for working out and bully for Jen Selter, Jen Selter’s mom, and both of their asses for really living the American dream. But ultimately, the only way to be ass twins with Jen Selter is to be lucky enough to have Jen Selter’s genetic makeup. And no series of easy-to-master gym exercises detailed in a Post column can change that.

In case you’re wondering, here’s the hiney in question:

Here’s my take on fitness in general, via Gabriel Iglesias’ Facebook page: