Bikram Yoga?

I am probably one of the least racist people you will ever meet.

Seriously.

I judge a person by their actions, by the way they react to, and treat, the rest of the world. Not by their skin color. That being said...

I have been taking Bikram Yoga for a while now, probably 60-70 classes. I have NEVER seen a black person in a Bikram class.

...until yesterday.

The instructor was a large black man. I mean grossly overweight. In my experiences with yoga, the instructor is always very thin with about %3 bodyfat. This guy would probably be classified by a doctor as being clinically obese.

In the back of the room were about 4 or 5 black women....LARGE black women. They weigh more than I do.

Easily.

So, let me guess, the only class you'll attend is if there's a black instructor? Because I've already taken dozens of classes here and I've never seen your fat ass before.

These women spend the entire class grouped together in a back corner of the room talking to each other (which is NOT allowed in Bikram, the studio stays completely silent for a reason), and sitting or lying down, not even ATTEMPTING to do most postures.

They probably can't. They are FAR too overweight and out of shape.

Unless that shape is "Grapefruit".

The teacher is giving his instructions to the class in "Ebonics", using words like "uncomftertable" and "seminasation". He spends almost all of the class in the corner with the fat black girls, his back to the rest of the class, barking out his instructions to us, assisting no one.

After class, I take a shower, grab my stuff and head out. He looks at me as I'm leaving and utters his first words to me in 90 minutes, "Come back soon".

Not if YOU'RE teaching I'm not...

Somebody PLEASE explain this to me...

Why do groups of gay men ALWAYS have one (not two, not three) big, fat, unattractive female friend, with an "I'm better than you" personality, who follows them around like a lost puppy dog???

Out, out brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more; it is a tale

Told by and idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

-William Shakespeare-

Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5

Uhh...somehow I don't think so

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I am Pumpkin, hear me roar.