It's Pilates, not "pie and lattes" Went to a new Pilates class tonight. And oh my God, out of the seven of us there, three were human-sized, including the instructor.  One butterbeast planted itself in front of me so I couldn't see the instructor (but I could see its asscrack as its yoga pants threatened to go on strike). Another farted uncontrollably. A third complained about its hooves hurting. The fourth, a monstrously fat mayo blob, waddled in 15 minutes late and spent much of the class rolling around pathetically and unable to do anything. It was disgusting. Fats ruin everything. Even Pilates.