Walking out of yoga a grandmotherly type strikes up a conversation with me.
“That’s like gentle, therapeutic S&M,” she says.
I tell her I’m not sure I agree.
“I read that book [Fifty Shades of Grey],” she says. “I know about this stuff.”
“I didn’t read it,” I say. “But I’m pretty sure it’s not about yoga.”
She shrugs and says she always has “brain farts” after yoga.