


In her new memoir “Poser: My Life In Twenty-Three Yoga Poses”, Claire Dederer takes on the contradictions inherent in being a Westerner who dabbles in a non-Western belief system that comes lightly disguised as an exercise class.Bingo, baby! That's Emily Gould, and her article in - get this - More Intelligent Life magazine (will these people ever stop flattering themselves?) is a hoot, filled with every cult buzzword ever written!

Who do they think they're fooling?

Don’t get me started on the ads, a regular source of contention in YJ’s letters-to-the-editor section. I’m clearly far from the only person who finds it annoying that articles about accepting your body are always surrounded by photos of young, lithe, mostly-white women showing off skin-tight, expensive spandex. In other ads, Eastern asceticism meets Western commerce in discomfiting ways. The most recent issue had a quarter-page ad for a book called “The Intuitive Investor”, featuring an image of the book jacket floating over a Zen rock garden and the copy “Lovingly written for you … for a life of abundance”. A few pages later, an article about meditating in order to let go of desire nestled between half-page ads for retreats in tropical paradises. Wish you were there? No! Don’t wish for anything!Yes, these yogis do love confused white people!

Born and raised in the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in a North Seattle community of locavore recyclers where, she writes, signs on her neighbours’ gates warn “be mindful of dog” (instead of “beware of dog”). Even still, Dederer had spent years feeling deeply suspicious of yoga: “I thought yoga was done by self-indulgent middle-aged ladies with a lot of time on their hands, or by skinny fanatical twenty-two-year-old vegetarian former gymnasts. I was also unsettled by the notion of white people seeking transformation through the customs of brown-skinned people.”Of course she did, because going to,...oh, we don't know,...a back doctor, was just too simple of an idea, right?
Despite these well-founded misgivings, Dederer finally starts taking a Hatha yoga class, spurred by back pain from nursing her daughter.


We'd never make it there without killing somebody.


And, if there's one thing they're NOT after, it's exercise:
About yogic philosophy, too, Dederer is at her best when she’s describing her own struggles to make sense of texts, like the Sutras, which at first seem impenetrable. “They were brief, yes, and looked aphoristic, but reading them was not like reading Oscar Wilde. It was like reading bread, or grass. Impossible.” Most Westerners who’ve tried, like Dederer, to swiftly assimilate a new belief system will relate to her confusion and frustration: “I mean, it was one thing to read about stilling the fluctuations of consciousness but another thing entirely to do it. Beyond that, I liked the fluctuations of consciousness. I made a living off the fluctuations of consciousness.” Dederer concludes her brief tour of her local bookstore’s Eastern Religions section by deciding that she will persevere in her classes, even though she “couldn’t be bothered to learn the right way to do yoga.” Her approach to yoga, she decides, will steer clear of research and focus on experience, specifically: “submission, trust, transmission from teacher to student, imperfection, the release of the ego.”Oh, geez - here we go with the "release of the ego" crap again. (We ARE finding this in the arrogantly-titled More Intelligent Life magazine, right?)

“The more convoluted the explanation, the more unintelligible the practitioners are, the more people may be inclined to believe them. It makes it appear as though it is privileged knowledge, like real medicine and auto tech.”Kind of hard to resolve releasing your ego with feeling privileged, isn't it?

Like a lot of NewAgers, Dederer "is unsparing in detailing her marriage’s weak points" - a main one being what's described as her "unsympathetic" husband's "depressive episodes". Her man doesn't sound depressive to us but - heaven forbid - rational when dealing with an "unsympathetic" fruitcake:
“How am I supposed to keep my career going without any time to do my work?” she asks him. “I don’t know, but I do know that I can’t take time off from my job so you can write BOOK REVIEWS for YOGA JOURNAL,” he shouts. She storms out of the room,...Yea, she's released her ego alright.


She acknowledges that her search for meaning and purpose has been inconclusive, that her life, like her yoga practice, is a work in progress. And she always maintains just the right amount of irony about the inherent cheesiness of such an acknowledgment. Describing her struggle not to feel ridiculous while doing “lion”, a breathing exercise that entails making a very goofy facial expression, she writes about “the hippie laugh. You know the hippie laugh. It says: I’m light of heart! Yet aware of my foibles! Also free! Very, very free!” That someone can be this self-aware, yet is capable of sticking her tongue out, rolling her eyes back and roaring in tandem with a classroom full of fellow adults, is endearing.No it's not. It's not endearing. That's not it at all:

That will be endearing.

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