It has that enviable glow and a lightness of touch and perfect skin and great sex and eternal youth and sensible shoes. And it knows much, much more than you. But it doesn't seem to have an ego about it. You can be snobby or overpampered or preening or SUV-sucking or have a revolving account at Prada. It doesn't matter.
Yoga makes no distinctions.
Yoga has seen it all. Been there, bent that. Yoga can pump healthy transformative juice into even the most soul-shriveled yuppie. I've seen it happen. You sweat like a horse.