Our illustrious reader, Dyspeptic Skeptic, posted this video in the comments of yesterday’s post, and we just had to bring it to the front lines. Check it:
Hmm…. Where to begin with this one? Why not the beginning?
First we have Sean Hoess, co-founder of Wanderlust, referring to people who go to Wanderlust in the City as “yogis.” Before anything else, let’s acknowledge how douchy that sounds, because it does indeed sound pretty f’ing douchy. And, not just ’cause the term yogi used to actually have meaning, but douchy in the way it’s douchy to call yourself a “skateboarder.” Only moms call their kids “skateboarders.” Now we have the guy in the it-was-only-cool-back-in-1999 trucker cap bestowing the highest honor of “yogi” on a bunch of nameless randos. You know, the guy who couldn’t decide which spiritual mala friendship bracelet to wear so just wore them all.
Then we have co-founder of Wanderlust #2, Schuyler Grant…
…who I have no reason to believe isn’t awesome, but kinda rubs my feet the wrong way here. I think it has something to do with this quote:
“To do something inside versus doing something outside is fundamentally extremely different.”
Now, I don’t wanna be a dick about this, ’cause I know all this shite is taken out of context, and what the hell else are you gonna say when someone’s like, “Hey, why do you do yoga outside?” But, I feel like this is one of those moments when yoga culture has to lower the bar so low just so it can succeed at jumping over it. Like, really? There’s something fundamentally extremely different about being outside versus being inside? I wonder what it could be. Could it be…that…you’re…FUCKING OUTSIDE AND NOT INSIDE?
And, what about that whole being outside thing? It’s obviously awesome. I highly recommend it. And, if you’re able, I suggest doing it in a manner similar to this guy:
Obviously she starts off with something about a “call to action,” which I’m still wondering what exactly that means when it comes trickling out of her mouth. But, that’s not all. In this vid we get a shamanic twofer!
Watching Kelly Morris jam out on her baby rattle is the kind of thing that makes me want to end it all and jump off the tallest building into a pit of lava filled with starving lava-crocodiles. Not that I’m against baby rattles, or shamans who use actual shaman rattles to keep your “you” from exploding out your eyeballs while doing plant medicine “work.” But, this…. This is a tough one.
Then there’s all this random talk about “yoga fashion.” At which point my genitals retreat so far into my body that they come spilling out my mouth.