I moved to Rishikesh West a few weeks ago and decided to check out what the yoga scene had become in the five years since I left L.A. I refer to Santa Monica as "Rishikesh West" because on any given morning you can throw a stone and hit a bendy woman swathed in Lululemon carrying a yoga mat, just like in the other Rishikesh.
After a few classes with some of the burnt-out yoga stalwarts who shall remain nameless, I decided to try some of the young buck teachers.
A disclaimer: I'm 45, male, not terribly athletic but have been practicing yoga regularly for 17 years, and I did graduate work in Hinduism and Buddhism. Oh yeah, probably should also mention that I have a supremely low tolerance for bullshit.*