I Hate Yoga

I Hate Yoga poses an intriguing question: How is it possible to become so disenchanted with an age-old activity that historically offers so much healing and serenity? Sadly, even yoga can fall prey to the dark influences of Western society. Social media, a bad boy guru, religion, competitive yoga and "a multiplying spawn of self-righteous yoga knowers" are just a few of the culprits that are scrutinized in showing that yoga has lost its path. But it's not too late to put it back on the Buddha-bus to paradise. How? With an exorcism that humorously and earnestly rids yoga of its imposed impurities. Then, as author Paul McQuillan explains, "Once we have cathartically performed our ugly yoga striptease and thrown down each garment of bogus credibility and confusion, we will then focus on watching the Yoga-Phoenix rise from the ashes ... this will take place only after the affectations surrounding yoga have been laid bare and exposed as nothing more than a societal red herring, distracting us from the beauty of a profoundly beneficial art form." Such a transformational journey doesn't happen easily, but once it begins, you may just find that there is an unlikely and surprising beneficiary: You.