The above photo, which is being passed around the ol’ Facebook, carries with it an increasingly ubiquitous message about yoga’s bigger-is-better–is-bolder–is-ballsier identity crisis. Everywhere you look someone is hosting an event that claims to be the biggest of its kind, the most fun, the most playful, the most bestest. Take a peek at Elephant Journal on any given day, and you’re likely to start thinking yoga is spawning some kind of “revolution.” The above photo and caption is a perfect example.
QUESTION: Is the above photo a representation of yoga “taking over” Times Square, or does it represent mainstream yogilebrity culture’s total reinforcing of Times Square? I’m going with the latter. For, I’m not sure what classifies a big take-over these days, but, apparently, you get a lot of capitalist schwag when it happens:
“Participants received a Solstice gift bag* and Athleta provided free Manduka yoga mats* to the first 1,500 that arrived to each class. Between classes, yogis enjoyed an Athleta Fashion show and music from Prasanna. Plus, there were lots of free giveaways, raffles and more at the Solstice Yoga Village.”
Not to mention, you get to see yourself on the JumboTron!
Now that’s revolutionary!
Look, by all means use the master’s tools to mess with the master. But, for goodness sake, don’t just sit there polishing them!
Anyway, in the late seventies and early eighties, four black Rastafarians from Washington, DC formed a band called Bad Brains and, in the center of a vastly strung-out white-dominated punk scene that existed within the confines of one of the most racially tense cities in the country, became one of the most influential punk bands to walk the face of the Earth. They wrote a song called “Big Takeover.” Seems appropriate: