An interesting article for my Yoga friends….
When author Claire Dederer first stepped into a yoga studio, she was, to put it mildly, dubious about the whole experience.
“The scene was the very picture of white female self-indulgence,” she writes. “There were no Indian people in this room, that was certain. A woman in her late 20s entered and rolled out her mat in front of us. Her thick blond hair was cut in an expensive bob. Her eyebrows were fancily mowed. Her outfit was black and tight. She looked as though she had been a step aerobics teacher until about five minutes ago. She looked like her name was Jennifer. ‘I am Atosa,’ she said, and I thought, ‘Like hell you are, sister.'”
But Dederer stuck with it; yoga appeared to be the answer to everything in her life as a hip young mother in north Seattle. She found a teacher with a down-to-earth name — Fran — but that was just the beginning of her search. Dederer tells the story of her attempt to become perfect at yoga and life in her new book, Poser: My Life in Twenty-Three Yoga Poses.
Lost in the 21st Century 