Last week we were inundated with emails wanting to know our opinion on the “fancy people do yoga on rooftops” article posted on Yoga Journal‘s “Yoga Buzz.” Truth be told, none of us could come up with an intelligent thing to say, which in a way is not such a shocker, but also may say more than anything else. I mean, exclusive rooftop yoga classes? My nipples are getting hard just thinking about it!
Wait. An “enthusiast?” What is that exactly? Like, a really excited person? I know the word used to refer to a person who was all blissed out on God juice, but…. Now what does it mean? “Really interested?” “Happy?” “Gung ho?”
The article goes on to detail a bunch of utterly boring upcoming nonsense that will appeal to “enthusiasts” the city over, all of which you will need to be invited to in order to participate. Classes will be taught by a roving band of (presumably) beautiful people. The class mentioned in the article was taught by Laughing Lotus-certified instructor (no shocker there), Brigitte Bourdeau, who now teaches at Reebok-approved Tara Stiles’ Strala.
The last time I paid attention to what some richie rich pants’ were doing on a rooftop I ended up falling asleep on a couch next to an anorexic model strung out on coke talking my ear off about her last trip to Goa. Which was a shame. If only she knew how to handle her drugs, perhaps her, her husband, and I coulda maybe had a WILD time that night. Instead, I ended up listening to a whoooooole lotta teeth grinding.
Now that lovely couple probably just do yoga on invite-only rooftops, make babies and name them “Johan” and “Noah,” and talk about the difference between “wheat free” and “gluten free.”
God, I miss the old days….