Starve, Rant, Survive

Here it comes.....her story, on the big screen.
The book "Eat, Pray, Love" is about to sweep the nation of women who need to find their true life's calling. This book is for the 25 - 40 year old women, who were torn between finding themselves questioning a stable commitment and deciding it had been the wrong choice for them, for whatever reason. But if you are in this age group or older and married longer than 10 years and happen to have a child with the "wrong commitment" this story of self discovery is not for you.
And pleassssse - I would love to discuss this with Oprah who has made a mega millionaire out of the author - I cannot understand what Oprah saw in this and believed could relate to any woman who found themselves needing to leave a commitment which was terminal emotionally and was not about to be paid (advance paid may I add) to write their story and get paid even more. The author was a paid journalist before she sat on the bathroom floor weeping to gain insight to why she was so very miserable. I made it through the beginning explanation on why she had to end the marriage, why the divorce was not a pleasant as she hoped he would allow it to be on her terms, and then how she was going off to eat (as well she could) in ITALY!!!!! Not at Popeye's or Checker's or Boardwalk Fries!!! IN ITALY!!!! Please pay me to go to Italy to write about how I was starved emotionally because I had to start my life over at the age of 50 and with three children (one which would have happily gone to Italy with me, the other two, not so much).
This woman was advanced paid by her publishers to write this story - she didn't do it on her own dime - she did not do this without financial backing and the promise of publication.
Am I ranting? Yes, I am. I rant because unlike just finding the commitment I was in was inconvenient to my self discovery of who I am, like the author, I rant because I deserve to have my spiritual self discovered by the likes of Oprah in the novel I have written (but not published).
I rant because of the injustice to myself; knowing at 30 something (before children) I had an inkling just maybe he was not committed to me and I might have suggested the same route as the author. I have a list of 30 something excuses on why I didn't.......I rant through the excuses.
How lovely for the author she was still at an age where love would play a symphony for her and bring her full circle. The meaning being it was all waiting for her and thank her lucky stars she had the good sense to kick the first commitment to the curb and jump in the taxi to the airport to find a way to eat through the fog of depression, shed the extra flab while her metabolism would allow her to pray it off, and meet, as I have heard in the movie adds, find her "champion". Amen.
Not so much for the majority of us, and this is where Oprah fails to amuse me with her childlike commitment to this author's story. I will confess, I once was all things Oprah for years - then this began the crack in the bubble. This author never dealt with abuse, addiction, loss of a child, loss of a job, loss of anything which has you on your knees praying for survival instead of only the next step to take in your life. There is no grit in her story. Not the kind of grit an oyster needs to turn the insides of a muddy life into a pearl. I realize Oprah is a lover of the survival story and wants us all to learn from another person's life mishaps and tragedy - but where is any of this in
"Eat, Love, Pray"? Where? I dare anyone to show me an example of tragedy in this story. Show me.... I say boycott this sniveling, believe me when I say life is hard, but not really because I am going to Italy, India and Indonesia and my publisher is paying me. Be brave ladies; you will not survive your life as you live it now if you fall for this fairytale. All the years of struggle by women to no longer look for the prince charming coming on the white horse, what was it all for if we are being told this can be our reality too? Save the money of the theater ticket towards your trip to Italy. Let me hear you say more than Amen!