everyone a porn-star, no experience necessary!

At my OC yoga studio, half the women look as if they could be porn stars or strippers -- you know impossibly trim tummies and impossibly voluptuous mammaries, tans, perfect mani-pedicures, Bo Derek cheekbones, bee stung lips, long hair (discreetly pony-tailed)...and the other half look as if they have retired very comfortably from the world's oldest profession and its variations. Was there a time in history when the rich did not aspire to porn-star ready bodies and faces? Real power for today's woman is to sport a showgirl's body without having to show it to everyone except your special mac daddy of course.

I suppose it's better than if everyone looked like coke snorting Kate Moss. I'm so grateful they don't go for the WAIF look here in the OOOOOC. That's a positive! My husband says I can complain too much, well I'm not complaining. I'm observing, and who else would be making these observations if not me, a stranger in a truly strange land.

The best moment of power yoga today was when the woman in front of me started to bob up and down in her warrior one to the hip hop music that was playing, very distracting to my ujayah (sp. ?) breathing and not very good for her posture or her pose!

Namaste...