Yoga is a cult

For all of you thousands of readers who read my blog on a daily basis, chomping at the bit for any little tidbit of new information about my overly exciting life, I was recently talking with a friend of mine who is into the art of yoga.

When she started, it was for health reasons... to gain strength, composure, exercise, etc. Then there was the dieting and eating 'yoga friendly' foods, and the cutting out of meats, dairy and such. At some point this typical behavior turned crazy, and cult like. Now before you start writing to your congressman to have the Internet police raid my house and remove my computer, hear me out...

They revere their yoga instructors as if they were gods. The believe that only through self-torture can they achieve the enlightened ability to contort their bodies in to strange and unnatural poses. They get up at some stupid hour like "sunrise" and all face east (sounding cult-like yet?) and perform some type of yoga ritual to say "hello" to the sun (as if the sun give a shit about it). They are devoted to practice, so much so, that the only time they don't practice is on the new moon.


Let that sink in.



The new moon.

I asked my friend to hang out and go for drinks one night, and the answer was "let me check the lunar schedule". Now I fully understand that there are lots of definitions of cult, and while the hale-bop cult, Waco, and the polygamy cults are more recognized, I think we should intervene with these Yoga nuts before they lock themselves in a room and start contorting each other...