I remember reading Liz Gilbert's book and watching the movie shortly after it came out. Back then, I was a naive 18 or 19-year-old focused on the travel part of the book/movie. I totally missed the blatantly overt ME ME ME, first-world, third-wave feminist narrative going on. Well recently, I rewatched this movie and wow, what an eye-opener. All I can say is that this story is about a narcissistic woman who abandons her bewildered husband, supportive friends and comfy job and proceeds to: have a fling with a young, loser actor, eat herself silly in Italy (what is it with people gorging on Italian food, anyway?), pretends to find enlightenment in India by hanging out with other privileged, sad westerners and a depressed Indian girl, then goes to Bali to continue complaining about her first-world problems all the while being pursued by a hunky Brazilian. This movie should serve as a cautionary example of what modern day women should NOT do (or should serve as an example to men of what kind of women to avoid), and yet, women like Liz Gilbert are held up as role models in our backwards society. Abandoning all of your responsibilities and focusing exclusively on yourself, all the while traversing the globe, will not make your problems go away and will not bring you long-lasting fulfillment!