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Written by F. Lawrence Caslin
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Monday, 09 June 2008 |
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  I was driving along the other day and I saw a Subaru wagon in front of me. On the back window was a business advertisement for Bikram Hot Yoga. Under the name was their slogan: DeTox, DeFat, DeStress.
The whole thing was written in a nice flowing cursive to give you that relaxing Yoga feeling. It was pretty classy, a good way to promote the business.
Then I pulled up beside the car and burst out laughing.
 Even fat men can do yoga, but they should wear something stretchy.
You know who I expected to see behind the wheel? A thin, attractive woman in her late-thirties with high cheekbones and a perfect complexion, her flaxen hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Just enough make-up that you couldn't tell she wore any.
Someone that maybe ... personified Yoga? Is that too much to ask for?
Would you hire a mechanic who had a car he could never get started? Would you go to a doctor who suffered from a chronic cough? Would you trust a dentist who wore a mouthful of dentures?
Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against fat balding men, I am one. But I don't go around wearing a t-shirt that reads "Olympic Trainer." |
F. Lawrence Caslin
