"They all felt something,
But I felt nothing
Except the feeling
That this bullshit was absurd!"
Yoga in the land of GW is a bit different, just instructions on where to put your limbs and a brief "namaste" at the end before you're done and back in the Hummer headed for Costco. Any more "spiritual" than that and they'd sick the Patriot Act on them. Downside: mostly depressing looking women in the classes.
i'm pretty sure they're thinking of ancient greek naked olive oil wrestling. you know like on those black figured vases.
Don't misinterpret (and dismiss)
what appears to be men staring at women's breasts while dancing as simply men staring at women's breasts. There is an important element of faith and belief involved as well, in the form of erotic fantasies about breasts and the BELIEF that one can actually transubstantiate oneself into someone with a life. It's similar to what happens with a communion wafer.
What appears to be men simply staring at breasts is, in reality, men really, really, really staring really, really hard at women's breasts, - and not thinking about anything else. A form of Zen No Mind.
Contrast this with the normal male resting mind state which is just thinking about breasts (ho hum) and you'll see how transcendent the dance class experience is, at least for men.
There was a BBC series about it a few years back.
"What the fuck is physical conflict of antiquity?"
Oh come on. It's big, sweaty guys with swords and spears in the Coliseum hacking each other to pieces. Most assuredly an uplifting spiritual experience.
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