I just read this New York Post article via YogaDork. I really don't know what to make of it. Rationally speaking, I should be happy. If yoga is indeed the new golf, i.e. if it is indeed the new "in" way for colleagues to bond after work, or for new hires to earn extra brownie points with their bosses, then more power to yoga, right? Moreover, I remember that back when I first started yoga years ago in grad school, I basically became a "yoga-vangelist", and tried, to no avail, to get my fellow grad students and professors to start doing yoga too. They responded by politely declining, and then privately labeling me a "yoga nut". Whatever. I've been called worse things before.
But to get back to the present story, it seems that, rationally speaking, if yoga is indeed the new golf, I should be overjoyed and happy, especially in light of my past failures and frustrations with trying to get people to do it, shouldn't I? So why am I not overjoyed and happy (okay, I just realized that "overjoyed" and "happy" basically mean the same thing. Verbal overkill. My apologies...)? Well, I'm not sure. Somehow, this seems to reinforce my recent perception that the popular media has a way of cheapening and vulgarizing everything that yoga is about. So now, yoga is a way to bond with/brown-nose your boss. In addition, according to one of the people interviewed in the article, "advanced yoga practitioner" is also "bullshit that one can put at the bottom of your resume", something that "automatically marks you as slightly alternative, creative and modern" (Huh! Why didn't I think of putting this on my CV?).
Hmm... maybe I should put this at the bottom of my CV:
"Special ability: Is able to fold himself in half, bind himself into a pretzel, and contemplate the opening of his own anus. Very useful ability for counteracting certain anal-retentive tendencies that are commonly found in many corporate and academic work environments."
Maybe this would automatically mark me out as "slightly alternative, creative and modern"?