The Yoga Of Popularity.

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on Nov 17, 2011
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What my Bikram yoga practice has taught me about being–or NOT being–a ‘popular girl’.

This may come as a shock to you, but growing up, I was never one of the ‘popular girls’.

(photo: The Huffington Post)

I suppose it goes back to fifth grade, when I was the only girl in my class to publicly admit to disliking the New Kids On The Block.

“Their music is so trite! And their dancing? ABYSMAL!” little ten-year-old Alison would be heard to say. Meanwhile what was little Alison listening to? Mahler. Mozart. Bach. And showtunes.

Yes, showtunes.

Not exactly the key to popularity and social acceptance at any age.

As you can imagine, I spent a lot of time alone as a youngster, diligently memorizing lyrics to The Phantom Of The Opera, you know, just in case Broadway should call me up one day and say “Ommigod, Alison! The actress playing Christine can’t go on tonight!” and I would say, “Hey, no worries guys, I got this!” And then I would go on and play the role and nail every note and be so amazing they would ask me to continue playing the role forever and ever for the rest of my life, The End! And then wow, those popular girls would be sorry!

Ok, yeah. Starting to see why I was un-cool?

Anyway, the experience of being an unpopular kid may have made me fiercely independent and emotionally strong, but it also left me with an overwhelming disdain for all popular girls everywhere.

You guys, I can’t help it. To this day, nothing turns me off harder and faster than a big gaggle of popular clicquey girls. Nothing. And—here’s the thing you don’t realize when you’re young—the popular girls? They’re everywhere. This being popular is not just a middle school thing, it extends into every area of life! No matter where you go—college, the office, the gym, whatever—there will undoubtedly be a Clicque Of Popular Girls. It’s pretty much a law of nature. And yes, it even applies at the Bikram yoga studio.

Our studio most definitely has it’s Popular Girls. A few groups of them, actually. And just as I did when I was younger, I mostly ignore them. I don’t look them in the eye. I stand a few feet away, always. And I never, ommigod never talk to them.

Is this wrong? I don’t know. Maybe. Whatever.

Thing is, they make me uncomfortable! When they breeze into the room in their teeny tiny matching bra-top-and-trunks outfits, fancy water bottles under their arms, giggling and gossiping nonstop, well… in that moment, it doesn’t matter what their practice is like. Or what mine is like. All that matters is that they are the Popular Girls and I am the girl who doesn’t like the New Kids On The Block.

And then my brain—usually pretty smart and strong—somehow regresses back to the feeble ten-year-old version of itself and I feel incredibly inferior in every possible way and Ommigod no one wants to eat lunch with me, who will I eat with?!? And where is my ‘Andrew Lloyed Webber Anthology’ and for god’s sake when will Broadway call and help me break out of this socially awkward pre-teen angst hell?!?!?

(photo: IMDB.com)

I know what you’re thinking: Save it for therapy, O’Connor! Is this a yoga blog or your freaking dream journal? Yeesh!

Ok, ok, I’ll get to the point.

So a few Fridays ago I popped into the yoga studio to take a couple of classes…

Yes, every now and then I’ll take two classes in one day. Hey, Fridays are my day off! And I’m a yoga dork! What else can I say? Anyway…

The first class was great. I felt strong, I stood in the front row in the corner, I did every pose, I didn’t delay getting into any of them (not even my arch-nemesis Standing Head To Knee Pose!), and even when class ended I still felt pretty good! I took a quick break to freshen up, and, still feeling good, headed back into the hot room for Round Two.

But then.

As I’m re-setting my towels and assessing the position of my water bottles in relation to my mat (too close and I’ll accidentally knock them over, too far away and I won’t be able to reach them at the critical moment. This is tricky… Very tricky…), in walks a big group of Popular Girls.

Oh. Dear.

I instinctively turn ten years old and grab my mat and move it back to the second row. Because clearly the Popular Girls will want to occupy the front row. And I don’t feel the need to try to pretend to be one of them. So whatever, they can have the front. I’m cool further back.

Class starts. We’re going through the series. I forget about the Popular Girls and focus on other things, like not letting my toes turn out in Standing Head To Knee, and really kicking my back leg up in Standing Bow, and—

“Good, front row ladies—” the teacher yells, from nowhere.

Huh. Yeah, of course. Freaking front row—

“—and Alison!” she adds.

Oh. Umm. Hee hee. Did she just— She did, right? She just included me with the Popular Girls? As if I were one of them? Sort of? -Ish? Umm. Huh!

Have I suddenly become a Popular Girl without knowing it? No. No. There’s no way. I don’t gossip with them. I don’t hang out with them. We scarcely acknowledge each other’s existence for god’s sake!

So then. Maybe… maybe this whole ‘being popular’ thing… Doesn’t really matter??? At least not so far as the yoga is concerned? I mean logically it makes sense. The yoga, in a way, is the great equalizer. Being popular won’t save you in that room. It won’t do the poses for you. In the end, it’s irrelevant.

And I realize suddenly that wow, this is why I love yoga. Because for 90 minutes, everyone in the room is on an even playing field. Popularity, class, socioeconomic status, wealth or lack thereof, nothing else matters. We’re all in there struggling together, with ourselves, our bodies, our minds, just trying to lock our knees in a hot room.

This practice constantly reminds us that for better or for worse, we’re more the same than we realize. You know that phrase, “Everyone loves something, fears something, and has lost something,”? This yoga reminds us—90 minutes in the hot room at a time—how true that is. And me and the Popular Girls? Well, maybe we’re not so different after all…

(photo: Flixster.com)

…but for the record, I still don’t like the New Kids On The Block.


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About Alison O’Connor

Alison O’Connor is a writer, performer, and yoga teacher living in New York City. Her writing has been featured in The New York Times, online on Elephant Journal, as well as in many other less-prestigious sounding publications, online journals, and blogs. Alison spent pretty much every moment of 2013 on a quest for self-realization that took her to the Berkshire mountains of western Massachusetts, the jungles of Peru, the bright blue oceans of the Virgin Islands, and the sandy desert of Nevada (among others). She meditated for hours, took roughly 500 yoga classes, went on retreats, studied with shamans, read every book she could get her hands on, and got really deep with herself. She learned a lot. Most importantly: we already have within us all the answers, and everything we need. We have only to trust ourselves, follow our desires, and trust fully in the power of our own knowing. For more on Alison, you can follow her on Facebook (alison.oconnor.33), and Twitter: @AOCinNYC, and investigate her blog: alisonoconnor.tumblr.com . NAMASTE.

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17 Responses to “The Yoga Of Popularity.”

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  2. Emily Seipel says:

    This post was so charming and refreshing, but I will fight you on NKOTB, Alison.

  3. Loved this! I always had friends in all the different groups in jr high & high school, yet felt like sort of an odd duck that didn't quite fit in any of them completely. (Case in point – using the phrase "odd duck" haha!)

    I completely disagree with the comment that this had nothing to do with yoga. Breaking away from our attachments and suffering is kind of the point, no? Well, maybe that commenter never sat in the back of Trigonometry re-reading Walden and staring out the window. Maybe she's never walked into a new situation – yoga class or otherwise – that felt uncomfortable. Must be nice…

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  5. Kate says:

    Loved this, it can be so hard to move past/thru these long-term insecurities. Reminds me of the scene in Jane Austen Book Club where one of the characters (who is in her 30s I think) is having a meltdown after an interaction with a "popular girl" she went to high school with. Her husband tries to comfort her by saying, "Baby, high school's over" to which she tearfully responds, "High school's never over!"

  6. Hi Alison,
    You're a popular girl in my book for writing this post. What I find so great about Bikram and other systems of yoga is that what I learn in class about life, struggles and my own insecurities, I can take out into the world with me and hopfully, one day, see everyone and every situation as something to learn from, accept myself, and send love and light to all. I think we all want the same things: to be loved, appreciated, and accepted (even by the popular girls)!!

  7. Hi Allison. I loved your article. A lot of what you wrote was similar to my experiences growing up. Yoga is the great equalizer. Love it!

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