The Great Cultural Appropriation Debate

You may have heard about the University of Ottawa cancelling yoga classes earlier this week because apparently, Starbucks loving white folks practicing yoga may be considered culturally insensitive. Now I’m not a Hindu, so I can’t speak for how they feel about this, but being a person of colour living in a predominantly western society that has incorporated so many great cultural practices into its fabric, this is my take:

White folks practicing yoga is as much cultural appropriation as those same said white folks ordering take out Chinese food. (ie: It’s not; pull that political correctness stick out of your ass and get over yourselves).

The argument that western folks practicing yoga is ‘cultural appropriation’ stems partly from the fact that many yogis are skinny white girls in overpriced Lululemon pants that don’t understand the historical and spiritual significance of Yoga as a practice. And of course, there are the broader historical issues of centuries of racist subjugation and western colonialism. Obviously, I’ve dumbed down the argument for brevity, but I do get it.

But if our expectation is that in order to enjoy something, one must always learn the history and cultural context of it, and kowtow for all the past transgressions of our forebears, then you’d better get yourself some “Confucius says” and “Chinese History for dummies” books and get learnt, before you go for your next fill of General Tao’s Chicken or Shang Tsung Kung Pao Fried Rice. Because I hate to break it to you - there is NO historical Asian General, surnamed Tao, that had some secret chicken recipe that has mysteriously been passed down from generation to generation, ending up in your local faux Chinese take out haunt. So if you're white, and enjoy General Tao’s Chicken (whatever the frick that is), YOU’RE being culturally insensitive, assuming you subscribe to this strange measuring stick for what cultural appropriation is. (Also, Shang Tsung Kung Pao Fried Rice doesn’t exist, unless they’ve made a Mortal Kombat Kookbook I haven’t heard of).

I’m not saying we shouldn’t be culturally aware when we adopt practices from others. I’m saying that in our quest to be culturally sensitive, we also need to be a little bit pragmatic in picking our battles. If you’re going to do something that stems from another culture, be respectful of it, and that’s good enough. I don't mind if you get a Chinese character tattooed on your back, just make sure it doesn’t say “I like Opium” or "Nice railroad".

Cancelling ‘white people yoga’ because you think it’s culturally insensitive, is in and of itself insensitive - you are appropriating precious airtime, when there are far bigger issues facing the world today than your ‘white privilege I’m offended by everything’ attitude. If you really want to demonstrate your cultural sensitivity, do something to stop the spread of Islamophobia and the vitriol coming out of so many here at home. Maybe tell those folks to chill out and take a yoga class or something. Just sayin'...

Alright, queue the hate mail. It’s Friday, I’m not at work, and I’m ready to fight.

Photographing the Pupils, part IX

The day after flying home, we went straight back to work (to conserve our precious vacation time), and then I was teaching classes that same evening. You know that saying about being so familiar with something that you could do it in your sleep? Yeah, that was literally me that first class, as the jet lag set in.

These are portraits of my latest three students who sat for me.
















And me, taken by one of my students.

All photos taken with the Hasselblad 500CM and Planar 80mm f/2.8 on Kodak Tri-X 400. Developed in rodinal 1+24 for 7:00min at 68 deg. F.

The Furstensteig, Liechtenstein

A week after coming home, the jet lag is finally starting to subside. Instead of Berlin time, my body only thinks it's in the middle of the Atlantic ocean now... which probably isn't much warmer than here.

As winter begins to set in, here's a look back to our hike up the iconic Furstensteig trail on an unseasonably warm November day in Liechtenstein, a tiny mountainous country sandwiched between Austria and Switzerland. The front section of this trail was largely just a narrow ledge carved into the side of straight up and down cliff face, which made for some exciting hiking.




A look back towards Vaduz, the capital of Liechtenstein.


From the trailhead, looking up towards Alpenspitz, the peak we would eventually summit.




Anita mimicks the wide expanse of our view.


A panoramic view of Liechtenstein. I'm only mildly exaggerating when I describe this as the entire length of the country. It's only 24km in length N to S.














While the trail is well maintained, a fall would be fatal.




After rounding the backside of the mountain, we extended our day by traversing across to summit another adjacent peak.








Post hike, we celebrated with a local craft brew, a delicious dunkel by Prinzenbrau.


And then we walked over a covered bridge crossing the border into Switzerland (Schweiz), because we could.

Gregg and Erin's Wedding Photobooth

A beautiful ceremony, a delicious catered family style meal, a great DJ, and most importantly, getting to celebrate Gregg and Erin's wedding in the company of all of our lifelong friends. 30 years of brotherly bond provided an incredible camaraderie and intimacy to this event that ended with us dancing to classical wedding songs such as Limp Bizkit's Nookie, and the Ghostbusters theme song. Yeah, bet you wish you were there now.

We set up the photobooth after dinner, and while there were hundreds of shots taken, these are the ones of us boys and our respective attachés. The remaining photos will end up at www.flickr.com/photos/gregganderin in a couple days.


The final shot of the evening. Unfortunately Kris, Clint, and Jason had left by this point, but this is us, after all these years.


The evening's raison d'etre: Mr. and Mrs. Gregg Beever.


















This has to be one of my favourite photos of all time.







And I saved this photo specifically for last. While celebrating a beautiful wedding for one of our dearest friends, yesterday also marked the passing of Clint's father. We are deeply saddened by your loss, and all of us are thinking of you and your family. Clint wrote a powerful and moving statement, which I've copied and pasted below.

One Last Time
"Never be naive and think it can't happen to me. Because without fail, there will be one last time for everything. I got to say good bye one last time to my father, a week and a bit ago. I didn't want to believe that it would be. He looked as if he still had quite of bit of strength left. But yesterday it was time for my Dad to be at peace. That last good bye for me made all the difference in the world. If I didn't go to see him, this transition would have almost been unbearable to make. There are no words to describe losing a mentor, your best friend to help guide you through life, your father. Raymond Leslie Lever with the short time I did have with you, I couldn't have been more proud to call you Dad. There is so much pain to see you go, but I feel better knowing you are in a better place.

One of the most important things my dad taught me is how important family is. So after reading this, take the extra time and let the people know who are most important to you, that you love them deeply. For you never know when that last time will come."

-Clint Lever. October 18, 2015

Street Art - LAX

Here's a throwback to that time we went walking through a somewhat sketchy area of town in LA to checkout a few pieces of street art. And then I'm pretty sure we followed this up with meals at two different restaurants, back to back. Cause I'm a fatass. The end.






















This one was taken in a not so sketchy area.