It’s easy to think of #broga as an Instagram post – that guy with the abs that just won’t stop, a few tats appropriately placed, and of course, the man bun. Usually, said bro is doing a one-handed handstand on top of a cliff thousands of feet above a canyon, on a rock with waves crashing all around him, or with a girl balanced improbably on his feet.
But is that really #broga? Or even yoga? It’s certainly picturesque. In our pursuit of “insta happiness,” we seem to have forgotten the happiness part of yoga and instead are focused solely on the insta part (and how many likes we can generate). That makes us feel good, for well, an insta.