Deal Me In!

​Over the years, I have noticed there are certain wardrobe faux pas that yoga students (including myself) commit on a regular basis.   So as the self-ordained yoga Blackwell (a long dead super famous fashion critic for those born in the 2000s), I will list them and their remedies.

Booty shorts:  Don't not wear booty shorts to class.  When half the poses I put you in require some variation of spread eagle, I do not want to see your lady bits and know the frequency of your wax appointments.  

Remedy:  Wear shorts/pants at least to the middle thigh.  This ain’t amateur porn hour; it’s a yoga class.

Baggy Shorts:  Likewise, do not wear baggy shorts and no underwear.  I do not need to see your manly bits nor do I need to know that you have never manscaped in your entire life.

Remedy: Wear some flipping underpants, please!!!  Preferably the boxer-brief stye so nothing down there can break free.

The Demi Pushup Bra:  Whaaaaa!!!????  Keep control of the girls!  Demi bras and, I don’t know, INVERSIONS do not mix well.  Another possible test to use--If they pop out when you raise your arms in Warrior I, you are NOT wearing the appropriate bra for said activity.

Remedy:  There’s this new fangled invention called a sports bra.  Try it; you’ll like it.

​Fabio Hair (another pre-2000 reference-Damn, I'm getting old!):  It looks really pretty but I have a hard time teaching Cousin It.  I will break out into “Dah-dah-dah-DUM" and start snapping my fingers.

Remedy: Pull it back, cut it off or let it dread.  Trust me-I'm guilty of this one on a regular basis so I started carrying a supply of hair ties in my mat bag along with extra deodorant (another faux pas we wouldn't cover here but please for the LOVE OF GOD wear some!)

Makeup:  Did you really think Harry Stiles (WOOHOO! A 2021 reference for ya!-we think he is cute, right?) was going to be in class today or something? 

Or is the full makeup (complete with lipstick and false eye lashes) just for me! The average yoga student’s face touches their mat a few times during class--so does a yoga student's feet...and sweaty hands...and plumber’s butt.  Now combine all that bacteria with all that makeup...YUM! 

Remedy:  Buy some makeup wipes.  Your fresh clean zit free face will thank you.

The Mala:  These are beautiful strings of beads to help a practitioner keep count when chanting and meditating.  You may have noticed, I said...Meditating.  Not practicing asana.  By the time I have untangled you from your long strand of Mala beads, you will be unconscious.  That’s not samadhi; that’s brain death.

Remedy:  Leave the Mala at home.  A self induced hallucinogenic bliss can be achieved on your own time--assuming your health insurance covers it.

​And last but not least--I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried!--the Poker Dealer Visor.  You know the kind--the one your grandma wears to BINGO.  How will get your forehead to the mat? AND....What harsh firehouse bingo hall light are you shielding your eyes from?

Remedy:  Yeeeaahhhh-just don’t wear those to yoga class.  Unless you enjoy the completely perplexed look on my face when I see you wearing one, then by all means go forth and deal me in....after all, I do love a good round of Blackjack.

Comment below with your own yoga class snafus!