People tend to fixate on very specific mental images when it comes to yoga and sex. They hear Yoga Sutra and think Kama Sutra. They remember that story they once read about the Orgasmic Meditation (OM) movement or naked yoga or yogasms. They picture the cheesy movie scenes where men watch a sex video and one of them drools, “wow, she must do yoga!” They envision Sting and Tantric sex…couples having intercourse while staring deeply into each other’s eyes, achieving levitation right before they experience multiple, simultaneous, universe-altering orgasms.
Or something like that.
I have never experienced simultaneous orgasm. And the closest I’ve ever come to levitation is that time I went into a headstand in yoga class, fell over, and magically landed in king pigeon pose. But I can share with you five ways in which yoga can improve your sex life. Keep reading »
…unless you thought it was the horse doing yoga.
No it’s doing yoga, on a horse. And apparently, it’s a thing.
You don’t even have to bring your own horse. Just head to Arizona and look for crazy women wearing pink bandanas attending a “She-vent” at Hidden Meadow Ranch. With any luck, the photos of you doing yoga on a horse will be hidden from all your Facebook friends. Read more on TruTV….
Sometimes I do not have anything deeper to say other than “Shut up.”
And those are my choice words for the California parents who are suing their children’s school district over yoga classes being taught in a class. That’s not very Zen, is it? Keep reading »
You are the hottest yoga teacher I’ve ever had. And that’s saying a lot because I’ve been practicing for 16 years now. Your body, your face, your demeanor … all extremely HOT. But here’s the weird thing: I am not physically attracted to you in the least. Not at all. I find the things you do and say during class absolutely ridiculous. But yet, I adore you. It’s weird and complicated. I think I have a platonic crush on you. Let me explain. I’m kind of in awe of you. Like a unicorn, it’s hard to believe that you really exist. Keep reading »
Okay, so confession: I hate yoga. I am just not a yoga person, but hey, if it works for you, awesome. Clearly it’s working for Vanessa Hudgens, seen here leaving a class with her mat in tow. You know, this is an aside, but I really feel like Vanessa Hudgens and Selena Gomez need to be BFFs. After all they’ve both been a part of the Disney machine, and they’ve both dated fresh faced, straight-iron-loving, kind of lesbianic-looking heartthrobs, and they’re both super pretty and stuff. Whatever. On to the Style Stealer…
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I’ve been hitting yoga hard since I got back from Paris, trying rid my system of that stinky camembert, which is still probably having sex and making cheese babies in my digestive tract. And also, because I love yoga and I’ve been practicing on and off for the last 16 years. I basically need it to stay sane. I’ve noticed some changes since I started doing it years ago: all the new forms of yoga that have popped up, how it’s become so popular that they offer it at my gym, the fact that I’ve asked men I’m dating to attend a class with me and they’ve said yes. That never would have happened in 1997. Never! I mean, Lululemon didn’t even exist back then. I had to wear standard workout gear. Imagine that!
I’ll tell you what hasn’t changed about yoga in the last decade and a half: there’s always one annoying person in class who has the power to kill your buzz. For some reason, I feel like their mats always end up next to mine. WHY?
After the jump, I think I’ve identified all annoying types of yoga class goers. If you recognize yourself as one of these people, I’m sorry, but someone needed to tell you. Keep reading »
Russell Brand attended a yoga class with his mom over the weekend, and he wore, well, exactly what you might expect Russell Brand to wear to a yoga class: slouchy white T-shirt, transparent white harem pants tucked into waffle-knit legwarmers, flip-flops, and an eclectic selection of jewelry. As much as I admire him for bringing his signature rockstar Jesus style to the yoga studio, I feel bad for whoever was positioned behind him during downward dog. Those pants are miiiiighty see-through. [Photo: Fame/Flynet]
A week out from Hurricane Sandy, the East Coast has been hit by a new storm — a snowy, slushy Nor’easter. Dear Mayan Prophecy, we get it! We get it! It’s with that in mind that I think all of us over in these here parts (and heck, just about everyone) would benefit frm adding a little yoga into their routines. No, not people yoga — personally, I find people yoga to be insanely boring — but pups doing the famous stretch for which a yoga move was named. So commencing henceforth: an assortment of dogs doing downward dog stretches!
It usually starts with widened eyes and a slight lift of the eyebrows.
As I walk over to greet a new student, they slowly stick out their hand to meet mine. “Hi, I’m Anna. I’m so glad you’re here!”
“Hi,” they say back. “You’re the … teacher?” Keep reading »
Most yoga classes start out with a request to turn off or silence your cellphones, and a tacit understanding that if you do pull out your wireless device during class, you’re going to get some disapproving looks from the teacher and your classmates. As was the case during a lunchtime yoga class at Facebook headquarters, when a female employee started typing on her phone during a half moon pose. The teacher, Alice Van Ness, shot her a stern glance. Two weeks later, Van Ness was fired from her job… Keep reading »