I am a guy who used to do yoga, not so much lately. The classes I was in generally had more women, up to a 4 or 5 to one ratio, but I don’t know if I was ever the only guy.
I never met any ‘yoga bitches’. But I tried to keep my distance- I didn’t want to be pick up the hot chicks yoga guy, so mostly I tried not to have opinions about the other participants at all. Still, I was often impressed with how nice and open people could be, and with that odd ‘yoga centeredness’ that some of the instructors and advanced students had- pretty much the opposite of bitchy. The yoga women I have gotten to know have all turned out to be unusually nice, even glowy (like, illuminated or something. I’ve known non-yoga people like this too).
I’ve noticed yoga-weird though. My yoga instructor ex gf, highly successful, seemingly in a contest to be the world’s nicest person, could remember her past lives and would casually tell me about them. My yoga neighbor, young, maximally attractive, Masters’ degree, made tons of money, great at yoga… couldn’t wait to be dead. Life was boring My yoga-instructor-in-training acquaintance is more of a normal person success and looks-wise, but she’s wildly (and seemingly genuinely) positive and happy. “Be love!”, and she is. She used to be a biologist, but one day her kundalini energy spontaneously arose and she became psychic such that she has clairaudience, the ability to hear things that are happening 3000 miles away.
The strange thing is that these people tell me these things without me approaching them. Never met a yoga bitch, not once, but again I assume the women in yoga class don’t want to talk to me and I mostly try to keep my distance.
As for ‘yoga as enlightenment’, the enlightenment literature I’ve read suggests the whole premise is off. Yoga=yoking, in union, but union of what, with what? “There is only the Self, it never was and cannot be separated from anything else. There is nothing else.” YMMV.