I do yoga because it makes my body feel good and helps me regulate my stress levels. But, when it comes to yoga-as-life-practice, count me out. In general, I do not get along well with “yoga people.” (For one, I refuse to call them “yogis”). There are beloved exceptions. Of course. But what is it about them? One friend put it very well: “They’re like cats scratching on pillows,” he said, “So self-satisfied.” Hm yes, that. Anyway, I’ve examined my aversion to yoga people in past blog posts, and I always feel kind of guilty about it, especially because I do actually, you know, go to yoga. But now here’s this Judith Warner article in the Times. Read it. Feel something like recognition. Give your aversion a name.