Okay. So I'm about to admit something here that is kinda shameful. It's not exactly politically correct. But if I can't tell you, dear Internet, then who the heck can I tell? This blog is supposed to be an outlet for all my inner thoughts and shit. Here it is.
I find stereotypes really funny.
Even the ones that aren't considered "polite" to find funny in this day and age. Like, the baaaaaad ones. (Shhhhhhhhh... don't let anyone hear you say it....)
Last night, I encountered one such stereotype in hot yoga. Let me tell you about it and after you've heard it, you can judge me and my political-incorrectedness.
So, I went to the yoga studio last night and saw the name of a new instructor when I signed in. It was Manoj. Didn't think much of it, since I live in Canada and all. Not exactly an unheard of name around these parts.
When I wandered into the class, I saw a very pretty Indian girl sitting at the front of the class. I assumed that was Manoj and she'd get started any minute.
But THEN, as I was mentally preparing myself for some good ol' downward facing dogs, the littlest Indian man walked into class. This guy was short and had THE SKINNIEST legs I've ever seen in my life. I am not exaggerating when I say his thigh was about the same size as my upper arm.
I watched him and his little head that carried a little pair of glasses on it, walk to the front of the class, sit down and instantly go all pretzel-like into the lotus position (where you sit cross-legged, but with both feet resting on your legs instead of the ground). He put his hands into prayer position and started talking to the class.
And all I could think was, "I've got Gandhi reincarnated as my yogi tonight!!!" He's GOT to go by Swami Something-or-other. Manoj must be his Canadian name.
Like, really? Could you get any MORE stereotypical? There's a little Indian man, that I could snap in two without breaking a sweat, all pretzel-like, up front in my yoga class. The only thing that would have made it better was if he sounded just like Gandhi (or, what I imagine Gandhi sounded like in my head).
So, I tried stifling a giggle and focusing on my breath, instead of Swami Manoj's skinny little legs and natural aptitude for bending into unnatural shapes.
And yes, I thought he was kinda funny. But I was also pretty darned impressed with his cobra.
So that makes me less politically incorrect... I think.