[Holy shiz! The piece we originally wrote for today was so frickin’ stupid good, we’ve decided to save it for later when we really need it. Here’s what’s important for now.]
[UPDATE: A more in depth response can be found here toward the bottom of the comments (for now!)]
As many of you know, a great debate has erupted over one of our recent articles entitled, “Is YAMA Talent More Harmful To The ‘Yoga Community’ Than John Friend’s Penis Pursuits.” It’s a most clunkily-titled piece of prose that specifically and intentionally mocks the sad culture of apologetics that silently ignores the rampant self-indulgence of fame-oriented yoga instructors who attempt to disguise their grabs at celebriyogi statuses as justified, noble, and righteous.
Among the people mentioned in the NYT article is Core Strength Vinyasa Yoga creator, Sadie Nardini, whose successful brand of self-empowerment trainings have inspired many to sign up and begin bettering their yoga teaching skills. While our piece was more a comment on the representation of the celebriyogi pursuit of the American Dollar Dream—confronting the identities and out-of-context quotes of the yoga teachers mentioned—our intentional mockery of the represented image of these personalities seemed to strike a dissonant chord with Ms. Nardini the person.
Truth be told, our mention of Nardini was to us, done almost in passing, and we were genuinely surprised when Nardini picked up on our mentioning of her, as we felt the piece spoke more as a general critique of a particularly controversial trend within contemporary yoga culture, and used the NYT piece merely as a vehicle to parody, mock, and pshaw what we consider to be a very laughable representation of the thousands-year-old yogic tradition.
Mind you, we could be a lot more hardline, finding fault in anyone who would ever dream of charging a grain of Goa sand for a yoga class. Unfortunately, for those who have nightmares about The Babarazzi milking their cats with our engorged fangs, we are not of that mindset—as this is NOT about making money.
This is about mocking the culture of money.
So while everyone is busy getting their tiny little penises in a twist over protecting the soft soft ever-so-soft eggshell-like faces of people who net (that’s after gross) $300,000 tiny slips of green paper in order to “get the healing message of yoga out to a wider audience” we’re over here reminding you that, really—no reeeeeeally—celebriyogi culture is about making lots and lots of money and not about “healing” a dang thing.
Now watch this, take it easy, quit thinking your a toxic waste always in need of healing, and stop being such a silly gringo….