O.K. Where to start? I picked this up because my husband is 6’6 and about 250lbs, obsessed with wrestling and the stiffest man I have ever met. We worked for weeks on loosening his hamstrings so that he could touch his toes for a police officer physical exam.
I thought surely, this book, written by a 3 time world champion wrestler would motivate him. OMG – I don’t know where to start. The first photo is of a truck driver attempting Parsvakonasana in front of his Mack Truck with a scantily clad cowgirl sticking her assets out at him. The preface is written by Rob Zombie with all of the F*Bombs that entails.
The photos go downhill from there, sequences with women bent over full cleavage and thong on display, and some photos (if shot from a different angle) could be used in gynecological text books, others have poor alignment for yoga- but would look wonderful in a porno. That being said, you have to realize this is actually a well written book for its intended audience, which DDP points out at the get go is not girlie-hippie men who are into saying Namaste, it is for manly men who are into using yoga class to pick up scantily clad women with enough silicon to manufacture their own yoga mats.
There are several quotes in here that first shocked me, then made me laugh – my husband was cracking up.
You can’t take yourself too seriously, or yoga.