EAT, LOVE, and PRAY….TO A MUCH BETTER GOD
What can one say about Eat Pray Love? In my experience eating makes you fat and love makes you crazy. As for praying, well, if I were the Julia Roberts character in this film, the writer Elizabeth Gilbert, and if I prayed to My God, it would go something like this:
And God would say thusly, “You narcissistic, self-absorbed, self-indulgent, privileged New Yorker. You want to be fulfilled?” He would ask, sarcastically, “Why don’t you take a job teaching inner city children for less than $40, 000 a year and get over yourself.”
That’s what my God would say.
But what did the God of Julia Roberts say?
She said, “You poor dear. What can I do for you? Don’t worry about being a single woman and a writer who, post divorce, has a precarious financial position in society, you have my permission to discard your cute but flakey husband and your cute but feckless boyfriend like the used Kleenexes they are, and go off to Italy, spend your money, and stuff yourself with food for a few months, and then you can move on to India, where, I promise you, you will not have to look at even one poor person, and you can receive karmic wisdom from this self-indulgent, old guy who is intent on forgiving himself for being an alcoholic, and then, you can go on to Bali—-again no poor people—-and you get to meet Javier Bardem and fall in love and have great sex and live happily ever after.”
OMG. I have been praying to the Wrong God. Don’t tell me. There is a Relationship God? Instead of being a schoolteacher, I could have had a Javier Badam?
Want a Relationship? There’s a God for that. Who knew?
Waitress? Excuse me. See that Julia Roberts woman over there? I’ll have what she’s having.
Dr. Jeanne S. M. Willette
The Arts Blogger