I Hate Yoga poses an intriguing question: How is it possible to become so disenchanted with an age-old activity that historically offers so much healing and serenity? Sadly, even yoga can fall prey to the dark influences of Western society.
Social media, a bad boy guru, religion, competitive yoga and “a multiplying spawn of self-righteous yoga knowers” are just a few of the culprits that are scrutinized in showing that yoga has lost its path. But it’s not too late to put it back on the Buddha-bus to paradise. How? With an exorcism that humorously and earnestly rids yoga of its imposed impurities.
Then, as author Paul McQuillan explains, “Once we have cathartically performed our ugly yoga striptease and thrown down each garment of bogus credibility and confusion, we will then focus on watching the Yoga-Phoenix rise from the ashes … this will take place only after the affectations surrounding yoga have been laid bare and exposed as nothing more than a societal red herring, distracting us from the beauty of a profoundly beneficial art form.”
Such a transformational journey doesn’t happen easily, but once it begins, you may just find that there is an unlikely and surprising beneficiary: You.
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About the Author
Paul McQuillan is the owner and director of BeHot Yoga Toronto, a thriving yoga studio in downtown Toronto. A yoga teacher for nine years and a professional singer and actor for thirty, Paul has performed on stages in over sixty cities across North America, including on Broadway, and appeared in the documentary Planet Yoga. His controversial but popular article in Canada’s national newspaper, The Globe and Mail, is the inspiration for I Hate Yoga.
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“I love you and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.”
I hate yoga.
I really do. I don’t state this for effect.
Being grateful for something that has given me healing, prosperity, purpose, and meaningful relationships would be the evolved disclosure here.
But it isn’t. Because I hate it.
I’m too alarmingly focused on what contemporary Western society has done to yoga to find solace or understanding in the word anymore. Like many things in the Western world, yoga has been bastardized beyond recognition, to the point where saying it’s an authentic form of healing would be a great disservice to the sacred origin of the word. But after all, going to McDonald’s for a salad is like going to a hooker for a hug.
North America is the hooker. Yoga is the hug. Just clarifying.
So few people in North America, especially teachers of yoga and supposed “gurus,” actually know what yoga really is.
I certainly don’t, and I’ve been teaching it for nine years, but I know this: I hate it. I have to. It’s the only way to love it again.
The multiplying spawn of self-righteous yoga “knowers” must be obliterated. A yoga war must ensue, and I will begin by turning the gun on myself.
Being a card-carrying member, I know what it will take to destroy such a breed. An exorcism must be performedone that holds me and all “yoga experts” out there accountable for what we’re doing.
If it seems like I’m tossing blame by starting the healing with yoga-hate, let me explain my theory for therapy.
Sometimes it’s necessary to hate something in order to revive its credibility and actually benefit from it. It’s not unlike the feelings many of us have experienced at the end of a nasty relationship. We hate that personfor a while, anyway. Then, after a varying amount of time passes, that feeling dissipates, the vitriol subsides, the whole experience just becomes information, and we can look at it all with some insight and clarity.
Then, if the stars align, as they should, we learn.
Only then can we proceed responsibly and progressively with regards to the subject, person, or situation that has been a tainted aspect of our history.
It’s important to understand something: The first half of this book isn’t about waxing poetic over the merits of yoga; pretentiousness cannot be part of the blueprint here.
It’s about dismantling the pseudo-merits so that that we can uncover what’s truly useful and start fresh.
Don’t worry. We’ll get the hate out of the way quickly enough, but it’s an integral part of the path.
In the teachings of Buddhism, one is told, “If you meet the Buddha, kill the Buddha.” In other words, we are always on a journey with no destination. If we ever feel like we’ve arrived, we didn’t really get the point. To name it is to not really know it.
Let’s kill yoga and all of the bullshit that has manifested around it. It’s time to let it die in our blood-soaked hands on our bullet-ridden yoga mats.
We’re going to do this together because here’s another admission: This book isn’t about me. It’s about youand what you can get from this increasingly tarnished word, “yoga,” by simply stripping it of all its labels and ludicrous expectations.
And then, by practicing it.
I think I can help. As a matter of fact, I know I can.
Once we have cathartically performed our ugly yoga striptease and thrown down each garment of bogus credibility and confusion, we will then focus on watching the Yoga-Phoenix rise from the ashes.
We’ll remove the bewildering fear factor surrounding yoga and explore the truth behind the practice, revealing it to be a great healer. While on this journey, we will discover that yoga is wonderfully accessible to all of us.
This will take place only after the affectations surrounding yoga have been laid bare and exposed as nothing more than a societal red herring, distracting us from the beauty of a profoundly beneficial art form.
I want you to be the beneficiary.
Hang on, though. This first part could get a little ugly.
Table of Contents
PART 1: KILLING YOGA
CHAPTER 1: MY JOURNEY TO YOGA HATE
CHAPTER 2: BIKRAM YOGA AND THE GUY WITH THE SAME NAME
CHAPTER 3: ASS-ANAS AND POCKET CHANGE
CHAPTER 4: THE UNTAUGHT TEACHER
CHAPTER 5: GURU BE GONE
CHAPTER 6: DR. DOES-LITTLE
CHAPTER 7: GOOD GOD, YOGA
CHAPTER 8: SMOKE AND MIRRORS
CHAPTER 9: #YOGAA FEAR OF “LIKES”
CHAPTER 10: BOURBON AND BACKBENDS
CHAPTER 11: NO COMPETITION
CHAPTER 12: MY YOGA
PART 2: YOGA-PHOENIX RISING
CHAPTER 13: BACK TO THE FUTURE
CHAPTER 14: I THINK, THEREFORE I’M DAMNED
CHAPTER 15: SEX AND THE PRETTY
CHAPTER 16: IT’S A QUIET THING
CHAPTER 17: A PINCH OF HEAVEN, A CUP OF HELL
CHAPTER 18: COLOR ME YOGA
CHAPTER 19: TAKE TWO AND CALL ME WITH A WARNING
CHAPTER 20: TWISTED TERROR
CHAPTER 21: FASHION A FEELING?
CHAPTER 22: YOGA’S NOT BORING, YOU ARE
CHAPTER 23: BALANCE, MODERATION AND OTHER EXTREMES
CHAPTER 24: I’M JUST NOT THAT INTUIT-IVE
CHAPTER 25: YOGA’S FUNNY AND SO ARE YOU
CHAPTER 26: IT’S THE YOGA, STUPID
CHAPTER 27: CONVICTED OF KILLING TIME
CHAPTER 28: TURNING A FEW TRICKS
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