Why should these poor delicate souls, born with high infant mortality rates, short life spans, and their sex organs on the outside of their persons, be encouraged to wear skimpy costumes and tap into their wild energies?
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Throwback Thursday: Dear Dubious Drishti
Not to toot my own horn, but if farting in yoga were jazz, I’d be Louis Armstrong.
More about those trailing letters; or hello, Ashtanga nerds!
there needs to be a careful record, a registry, if you will, of anyone willing to spend thousands of hours and dollars cultivating their abilities to breathe and sit still.