2-3 times a week, I try to attend a session of Bikram, or "hot" yoga. It's not the kind of activity that appeals to your vanity - the room is kept at over 100 degrees Fahrenheit, and you have to do difficult postures in front of a mirror. Some of the participants are very good; most of us are confronted with our own limitations for 90 minutes. It feels great afterwards and is unquestionably healthy, but it doesn't give you instant gratification for your looks.
I'm saying this because right next to the yoga place is a beauty salon, and walking into yoga I usually pass patrons and employees smoking cigarettes while they're waiting for their next - whatever you wait for at a beauty salon.
I have to smile every time I do this, because the contrast between the two approaches to looking good is so amusing. I am sure that many of my co-yogists (a word?) get their hair, nails, faces, etc., done, but there is something funny about the juxtaposition between hard-working, sweaty yoga postures, and lots of make-up, bleach, coloring, silicone, and black attire.
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