You know those dance studios / gymnastics places / general-well-being activity type places where the people who do that sort of thing hang out? I was walking past something of the sort a few days ago, and saw an ad for this “Everyday Yoga” session for a couple of hours in the evening today. Being the curious sorts, plus wanting some of this much sought after well being, (plus wanting to start making the move to the new place worthwile) I decided to show up for one of the sessions at 6 or so this evening.
It was a most peaceful experience and extremely relaxing. But that’s not the real story. Oh no.
I was the only non 18-19 year old, non blonde, non sports-bra-n-tights wearing, non female there, apart from the instructor chap. I mean, at one point, he’s like, “ah, wahgnube, some male energy in the room”. I am not kidding, what’s the frickin’ deal with men and fear of yoga classes? I am seriously not kidding. This is the sort of group where they give you this cuddly lil furry keychain just for showing up, complete with all carefully and prettily placed ads for tons of other future events on them.
Not that I am complaining or anything.
pundit@emphaticallystatic.org
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