Taryn Toomey, 39, the founder of the Class by Taryn Toomey, perhaps the most pretentious, useless and self-centered class ever is a mind-body workout that “invites students to witness their resistance to discomfort,” (Jesus Fuck) has somewhat of a cult following (very few followers, but they are obsessive to the point of neuroses). Students from across the metropolitan area are heading to her year-old TriBeCa studio to sweat, cry and scream, as she urges them to “dig deeper.” Like Great Britain, they have nothing to give but their sweat, tears and screams. On Sundays, Ms. Toomey cherishes quality time with her husband, Mark Toomey, 48, who works in finance (although he doesn’t figure into the day much, really, other than to finance this leisure-class bint’s flim-flam “classes”), and their two daughters, Scarlett, 8, referred to as Lettie, and Finley, 6, continuing the practice of giving kids unlikely and non-traditional names to stick it in the eye of their parents, who find their contrived names juvenile and pointless. The family lives in TriBeCa because of course.
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