May the pagan gods bless the New York Times -- because when I read "How Yoga Can Wreck Your Body" this week, I enjoyed one of those fine belly laughs that only comes once in a great while.
The article, by William J. Broad, was laced with first-hand accounts and all the classic scenes that one might expect in a yoga studio. But the thing that irked me was not the main point of the piece: fit teachers whipping their students into injury. It was the failure to get into the pseudo-religious attitude found in modern yoga, which is about as unique as the Starbucks latte you're currently holding.
That's right. Yoga. And the pill of ignorance that is offered in many American studios is as dogmatic as it is silly. It's cafeteria-style theology, where people can choose what feels good among a field of mediocre options, and consume it all for $15 bucks a session.
But what bothered me wasn't the fact that amateur yogis were dropping straight into Full Lotus and getting hurt. That's just stupidity -- and should be cited in some college paper as proof of Darwin's theory about the fittest.
What got me going was the built-in church session. The relentless banter, which is contradictory to the "quieting the mind" element of yoga I actually enjoy. It's the glorification of some naked Indian guru on the wall -- elevating him to Jesus -- while pretending to hold the morale high ground over American Christianity. And then there's the famous Yogi line: "Well, we're not religious... we're spiritual."
Ahh... yes. Spiritual. The real demon at work here. It's the queer in the closet that refuses to buy into the brand that it is just another a system of belief. It's the shifty yogi creed, stitched together all across America that has too many holy deities to list. Which is why it's so hard to understand. Every Yoga teacher who mixes stretching and spirituality is different.
Some drink the Native American "Mother Earth" stuff, while others smoke the other kind of Indian -- mostly Hindu based -- and then there are those who just hit the spike with "sacred geometry" or "holy cosmology" or whatever the hell can get you high.
Spirituality. It's a way for people to pretend they're "not religious," while hiding from a dogma that may have sodomized them as a child.
But really, what's wrong with that? What's wrong with a newer and friendlier religious term? Is being spiritual such a bad thing?
No. It's not. But it's an excuse to urinate on the very tenets of the Western Enlightenment: rational thought and the ability in humans to think things through.
Of course there are questions out there that make our big brains hurt. It's a scary universe. And it's frightening to think the cosmos may have never known we were here... and may never know when we're gone...
So what the hell? Why waste my time on spiritual yoga teachers as they whisper some kind of aloof gibberish in my ear? Simple. I came for the back stretches. Not reworking my deeper meaning, and doubling down on my quest to enter the fourth chakra.
Jesus. Do you really think I got all oiled up in my yoga spandex for that?
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