I have a strange obsession with diseases, afflictions, disorders, and my beloved Harvard Medical School Family Health Guide — 1288 pages to feed my infinitely curious brain. I carry the latter about lovingly and you can trust that I am full to the brim with important facts. My latest reads:...
Attachment. Think velcro, double-stick tape, and superglue. Love is a motherf*cker, isn’t it? The love of others, be they friends, companions, family, mates, says Dangerous Adhesives Ahead. It connects us, brings us closer to the fire. We’re wide open to having our hearts ripped out and flung about. This love...
I am made up of the usual things: air, earth, fire, water…and a few extras. Sassypantsness. A fighting spirit. Brains. An aptitude for whipping up strangely awesome-tasting kitchen concoctions. We all have our own unique elemental makeup. What do you get when you take supremely down yogi/nis, add splashy-yet-elegant graphical...
At the risk of sounding like pure, pure assholio-ness, I have to say that I had a completely strangé (yes, accent on the “e”) yoga class today. I paid to be a yoga teacher’s therapist. You read that right. And I did. If you’re looking for the bright side, you...
You heard me. Fie on the megalomaniacs, those yoga “teachers” self-dousing and drowning in ego, with delusions of grandeur and omnipotence; the ones I am officially coining YOGALOMANIACS. I’ve read a few disturbing articles as of late, namely: Bow Down to the Yoga Teacher — Newsweek The Overheated, Oversexed Cult...