During yoga this evening I had the pleasure of standing behind two men. That may not seem like an interesting detail of my life, and I assure you it’s not, but these yoga dudes have become an obstacle in my practice.
When I started doing hot yoga last September, I thought I’d get bored of doing the same poses for 90-minutes, three times a week.
A woman got on the train this morning at Borough Hall in Brooklyn with a child who was old enough to stand and hold the pole by himself. No one gave up their seat for the child, and after a few stops her son started complaining about not sitting.