I guess the NY Times heard that I was dabbling in yoga, so now they’re publishing all these articles about yoga:
It was 9 a.m. on a recent Saturday. The decibel level rose to that of a rowdy cocktail party. The crowd was a mix of Type-A careerists and tattooed freelancers who mold their work schedules around their yoga practice â€” or professionally accessorize their Lululemon outfits with heavy engagement rings.
LOL, sounds just like me. Was I there? Did I fly to L.A. to participate in the most elite, most hardcore-yet-fun yoga class with the creme de la of the crem? Only I know for sure …