i’m the type of person who likes yoga only for the physical benefits it provides. my eye roll muscles get a big workout with all the zen and positive energy crap. in fact, i barely put up with that part of it when i do yoga. this book is meditation without the spiritual shit that makes me gag. this book gets me. i want to find inner peace but i don’t want to be a tool about it, you know? i genuinely felt happy after reading this (which takes no time at all, being 41 short passages). i felt calm and dare i say it, a sense of peace. even though the title was humorous, i still balked at the idea of any sort of meditation working for me, but i think this might.
i laughed out loud. the vulgar language in contrast with serene nature pictures just made me really happy. i’ve always been a supporter of profanity. it helps to get your fucking point across and adds charm to an otherwise dull statement. there’s nothing wrong with using “colorful phraseology” (wink wink, philes) in everyday conversation as long as you’re the appropriate age for such language. “bad” words have the power to enhance what you’re trying to say, why not use them to enhance the way you’re trying to feel.
i received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest fucking review.