Yes, Rape Culture Exists, Even In Yoga Class

It’s 100 degrees and the sweat is pouring. Outside the hall, the sun is beating down on the high, thatched-palm roof. Though we are perched high on a cliff overlooking the ocean, the sea breeze doesn’t penetrate the screens keeping the mosquitoes at bay. Fans whir ineffectively on low, the higher speeds too loud for the silence inside.

On the other side of the expanse of cement floor, where I am not supposed to look, a half dozen shirtless men perform their salutations to the sun. On this side of the hall, divided by a white twisted sheet laid on the floor, thirty or so women labour through the same motions, bodies covered completely unless someone lifts a shirt to wipe the rivers of sweat from her face.


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