What the fuck is all this ‘Eat Pray Love’ shit?
Apparently it’s about pasta, gelato and latin men?
Wow.
Pepole went to this. I meant women went to see this.
Many, many women.
They thought it was ‘inspiring.’
Inspiring to do what? Make it through another day with their jobless boyfriend, their boring job at the salon or to eat more pasta?
I’ll tell you what’s inspiring. The suck-ass-ed-ness of reality.
I have a better idea for the next Julia Roberts’ blockbuster. I’m gonna call it DRINK RIOT FUCK.
That’s right, Julia, this is your Academy-Award-moment-movie-break. You are welcome.
Here’s the plot:
A young girl from a small town graduates from high school and heads to LA to make it big in the HOLLYWOOD.
She gets headshots and a job as a waitress on Sunset Blvd.
She loses her virginity to the bartender at the restaurant. He never calls.
So she keeps trying. Trying to get the men to call, oh and ‘making it big.’ With other bartenders. And musicians. And some ‘producers’ and ‘directors.’
One day she gets pregnant. She has an abortion.
She meets a ‘writer.’ He calls her back and then moves into her studio apartment in Burbank.
He sleeps around, but she pretends not to notice.
They get ‘married.’
They get divorced.
She gets new headshoots and a waitressing job closer to home.
She grows old. She never goes to Italy. She thinks gelato is a type of lube. She dated a lot of ‘latin’ men, though, and they were great in bed.
Oh wait. That’s wasn’t the plot for DRINK RIOT FUCK. That was for NORMAL FUCKING LIFE.
You don’t want either, right? Right.
DRINK RIOT FUCK.
Go change something. Do it now.
that and drew barrymore is still being pushed as an attractive, desirable female lead….or jennifer aniston….or sandra bullock is cast with some younger dude…to give all the spinsters that spent time on their career rather than living to think it’s not too late…they aren’t spinsters….they can watch sex and the city and drink martinis until they go home and masturbate with their tears of loneliness and vacuousness as lube.
Who’s the girl with the bubblegum? Looks like my type
Aww, that Drew Barrymore, always fucking masturbating.
My sister.
Wait, really?
Meg white, dope.
Small town nobodies with big city dreams.
Inspiration in the form of a sad-as-fuck story = Genius. Keep it up.
this made my day
Awesome.
Women with their own minds (those who have not been Oprah-sized) do not buy that Eat Pray Love shit. And Julia Roberts can kiss my big fat white dimply ass.
Pasta is spaghetti. Gelato is over rated. And latin men are great in the sack, as are black men, white guys, asians, excommunicated mormoms.
The woman who wrote that God awful piece of crap book that then was made into a movie is hardly anyone I’d want to emulate. In fact, if she sat next to me at a party and started talking her self involved, pathetic, Oprah shit, I’d have to punch her and then leave.
We’ve got your back at that party, Kim.