Showing posts with label yoga. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yoga. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

One Less Yoga Pants To Check Out


There is a Christian blogger named Veronica Partridge that wrote a post about no longer wearing yoga pants in public. Now I for one love yoga pants. Behind short plaid skirts and shirts that don't quite fit yoga pants are the best thing to happen to my eyes in terms of women wearing clothes. Yoga pants are like short women with wide hips: a gift from the gods.

I mention that Veronica is Christian because that is how she presents herself and her blog. You'd never know what religion I follow unless you stumbled into my closet but by then its too late and the living floor consumes your soul and only then shall you know what true fear is. She made the decision to stop wearing yoga pants/leggings in public after talking to her husband. By the way: I don't know the difference between yoga pants and leggings. I'm gonna always refer to them as yoga pants the same way I call my chair a couch and beige burgundy. Deal with it.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Yoga In Traffic

51 year old woman from Ocala, Florida named Michele Cernak decided that the best thing to do when she was high out of her mind was to do some yoga in the middle of the highway while wearing nothing but her draws. When the police showed up after a 911 call and checked her truck, that she was 10 feet away from, they found heroin and drug paraphernalia. They noticed that she was bleeding from the ankle. She told them that she was shooting heroin. She ended up being charged with three felonies and two misdemeanors and has a bond of $5000. You know, despite being a 51 year old heroin addict, this lady looks pretty good. Or maybe I'm just so used to seeing meth addict mugshots that ones with heroin look okay to me. I wouldn't expect a heroin addict to even get the idea into their head to leave the house let alone break out the yoga. I'd be mad if drugs made me active. I like to think that if I got stoned that I would just sit there and stare at the walls. Like how I do normally. Not exercising. 

Out of this whole thing I think what bothers me most is that she was doing yoga in her draws. You know good and damned well that if a chick is gonna be doing yoga she needs to be doing it in yoga pants. Preferably black but whatever. I don't like yoga, did it once and ruined my neck, but I love what women wear when they are doing it. Hell, they don't even have to do yoga for me to enjoy a chick in yoga pants. Next to plaid skirts these are the best things ever invented for women. I don't care about high heels. Expensive ass makeup. Hairstyles. Whatevers. Yoga pants. But sadly Ms. Cernak didn't have those on. She had draws. And was high on heroin. In traffic. In Florida. I don't care how hot a chick is a woman that gets high enough to do yoga in the middle of the street is just too much for me. I think. But if a chick looked great in yoga pants during the week and wore plaid skirts on weekends I'd deal with the whole being a junkie thing.