By Henrietta Tushiver
What’s up with the pubes all over the floor and the layer of dust lining the shelves? This is supposed to be a temple of zen health. It’s enough I’m half naked in a non-ventilated room full of strangers breathing in my face. Not to mention, I’m paying 20 bucks for this class. Ever heard of a mop? Preaching non-violence doesn’t mean you can’t kill toilet seat bacteria. There’s a reason I’m not practicing at an ashram in India.