The Recessionista Diaries, Part 3: Gloom and doom. Sturm und Drang. Drama, drama, drama.
Each day's economic news is enough to make you want to grab all the nattering nabobs of negativism, the purveyors of pessimism, and toss them and their media of choice out the window: the radio, the TV set, the computer. (But please -- keep the newspaper!)
As Evillene, the Wicked Witch, sang in "The Wiz" way, way, way back in the day, "Don't Nobody Bring Me No Bad News!"
There's a fine line between being a realist and being a Debbie Downer. These days, we're trying -- when we're not contemplating counting pennies and canceling credit cards -- to focus on the positive. Change your mind, change your life. Or something to that effect.
To get through the downturn, it helps to take a Zen approach. What will be will be, que sera, sera, yada, yada, yada. And there's nothing like a little yoga to put anxiety on chill, at least for the duration of a 90-minute class.
Of course, this being the Shopper column, we're going to recommend some snazzy yoga duds to get you in the mood. (And yes, we're trying to reconcile our consumerist leanings with our karmic aspirations.) These days, it seems, everyone is jumping on the yoga clothes bandwagon, from J. Crew to American Apparel to Stella McCartney. We feel a little better forking over our cash if the clothes come from a company that prides itself on being a good corporate citizen, creating sustainable apparel that does as little harm to the environment -- and the pocketbook -- as possible.
Deep breaths. And repeat after us: Ommmmmmmmmm.
-- Teresa Wiltz