That time my Southern showed its underpants, or Stop Beating a Dead Asana

Yoga in India a thousand—or even fifty!—years ago looked nothing like the commercial venture that is now an integral part of mainstream America.

When I first heard the term ‘yoga’ it was reported as another one of those wacky activities the Beatles enjoyed. Classes were rare outside of L.A. and New England, and the women who participated wore leotards and tights–the standard costume for any athletic endeavor back then (except for Jack LaLanne’s jumpsuit).

There were no pricey yoga pants or crop to...