Just… No.

“It’s a little weird to sit on a sweaty yoga mat and eat soup,” said one woman, not pausing as she spooned up a smooth, cinnamon-spiked butternut squash purée from a bamboo bowl. “But people are used to doing some weird things in yoga class.”

And, also

Friday’s event at Exhale Spa was the first of a series of “Yoga for Foodies” sessions, devised by a young, adventurous yoga teacher, David Romanelli, and coming soon to restaurants in Chicago, Cleveland and Dallas.

Calling his mission “yoga for the Everyman,” Mr. Romanelli, 36, plays Grateful Dead songs during class, wears sweat pants rather than spandex, and has already experimented with offering chocolate truffles after chaturanga instruction. “It’s a way of getting people in the door,” he said in an interview. “The world is a better place if people do yoga. And if they come because chocolate or wine is involved, I’m fine with it.”

Thanks for my daily dose of red-faced incredulity, NY Times!

9 replies on “C’mon! Really!?”

  1. As one of the few Americans that actually practice REAL traditional yoga, and not some bastardized western distillation… this hurts my brain. And my feelings. Even though it’s all an illusion, maaaan.

  2. I’m sorry, but shaving on the toilet is a sacred ritual of my people, and I’ll not stand by to see it defiled by a bunch of pandering hippies.

  3. Good point. Yoga studios already don’t do enough to discourage farters (go “evacuate” or hold it it, please).

    Ugh. Dick’s Picks volume anything + Hippy BO + Hippy farts = my yoga hell.

  4. This is like when I was living in London and convinced all my roommates to come donate blood with me because they serve BEER afterwards.

    Except I think the healthy glow after doing Yoga is reward enough. No beer/food needed.

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