Sometimes I like to think of The Babarazzi in terms of the movie/book The Outsiders. For those who don’t know—and it’s a shame if you don’t—in The Outsiders a bunch of seriously hot greaser guys from the wrong side of town…
…go through a bunch of personal and familial shit, only to find themselves battling it out against some douchebag preppies known as the “socs” (pronounced /sōsh/) from the right side of town.
People die. No one is all good. No one is all bad. Life goes on and the hot guys keep getting hotter.
Now, in my mind The Babarazzi are obviously the greasers, and commercial yoga culture, including all so-called “rockstar yogis,” are the socs. Also, anyone who takes a picture of their muscly body while doing yoga is a soc. Unless it’s ironic. Then you’re a hipster. Either way we’ll simply never see eye-to-eye, unless of course someone writes a book about us and creates a narrative wherein we each learn a hard life lesson about the “you-in-me” and the “me-in-you” after we have a most awesome rumble in the streets.
Of course, we The Babarazzi ultimately win this rumble. But, like all good wisdom gained from a movie and regurgitated in a really annoying grad school voice that sounds a bit like awful slam poetry, “who really wins, man?”
Sometimes, just like in The Outsiders, we greaser Babarazzi actually become enamored with the other side.
So cute, clean, and rich.
And, yes. Although sometimes we can be a little crass, and you feel the need to ignore us…
…maybe that’s just the only way we know how to say that we find you pretty and we’d like to buy you a soda, and maybe kiss you, or cruise around the bases in the bushes, or back at your place, or, you know, I could of course host, if you’re comfortable with that.
Maybe that’s why I’m finding myself nodding in agreement to this Gabrielle Bernstein video:
Yes, it’s true Bernstein is pretty much a shill for the whole self-help silver bullet to spiritual success scene, but at least in this video she’s taking it down a notch. And, I can’t help but say that I really like her “let things unfold” / take it slow approach. And, I’m OK with that.
I’m also OK (as a total aside) with these shoes…
…which, though having nothing to do with the Bernstein video, and although murderous on your feet, can’t really look any hotter.
God, we love the Kali Yuga.