The phrase "spice up your sex life" gets almost 200,000 hits on Google. We're collectively so bored with our longterm significant others that there are several industries and hundreds of self-help books that have sprouted in the chasm left by sexual frustration. The Minneapolis Star Tribune introduces us to yet another activity meant to fill that gaping sex void: couples yoga! "Building intimacy was precisely the goal for Michael and Julie Fink of Plymouth," says the paper. "Married for four years, with three young adult children between them, the Finks saw in yoga date night an opportunity to deepen their relationship."
Deepen their relationship? Really? Through playing what's described as an "an adult version of airplane"? I don't mean to disparage this if it truly works for some couples, but are we really so disconnected, physically and emotionally, from our longtime loves that we need to do some bendy faux-Eastern philosophical shit to relate to each other again?
It reminds me of that episode in My So-Called Life, you know, the one where Patty and Graham go ballroom dancing and it starts out horribly and then it makes them all lovey for a little while and Graham decides not to cheat on Patty? But then when the series ends, he's about to boink Hallie Lowenthal anyway? Yeah, that's kind of my point. If your relationship is in trouble, yoga ain't helping. Though it seems like the airplane thing could be fun.
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Tangled Up In You [Star Tribune]