Maron: “Yoga Teacher”
(Episode 2.09)

It should be clear by now after almost two dozen episodes of Maron on IFC that Marc Maron is a generally uncomfortable person. He’s a neurotic, self-sabotaging, hypochondriac who lacks any real, substantive companionate (or romantic) relationships with any “real” people. He prefers characters.
If anything, the people he winds up being the most comfortable around are the damaged denizens of the Los Angeles suburbs—ex-convicts, drug addicts, and dominatrices. He’s OK because he knows he’s in a better place than them, and he often even tries to help them get to his semi-stable state. But if he can find anyone equally self-adjusted or even more “together” willing to give him the time of day—putting Marc in a position where he needs to act like a real adult—he’ll go back to being a caricature and screw it up. Fantastically.
Though Marc already impressively failed the last time he fell for a podcast guest earlier this year with Caroline Rhea, his flirty chemistry with Rachael Harris makes him give it another go. They’re rehashing past relationship fails (another favorite Maron topic, in part because he has such a wellspring of material to draw from), and Rachael’s revealing her flaw—she’s a “fixer.” She’s damaged because she seeks out damaged lovers. A perfect match!
The idea of “fixing” Marc’s residual anger issues and working through them at yoga never really stood a chance because of who Marc is. Whether it’s Dungeons & Dragons or The Walking Dead, I don’t think we’ve come across something “popular” that Marc doesn’t hate. And dropping him into new company—the beets, berries, and wheatgrass crowd at Namaste Highland Park— (when he prefers the guys begging for change across the street) was bound to create some friction. I can’t imagine Marc using the word “yummy,” much less trying to make something so.
Yogi Jeremy is a fitting nemesis for Marc—another alpha male looking for attention. The digs go back and forth, and Jeremy turning Marc’s “happy baby” smile upside down by forcing a fart out of him sits right in the Marc Maron humor 101 wheelhouse.