Annoying rich globe-trotting ladies eating pasta...hmmm.

I think I am getting a little too worked up about hating Eat Pray Love. Sure, it's a best selling book by a really annoying lady who can't write and seems to think that all it takes is four months on an ashram and a good Latin lover to find fulfillment (a prescription, by the way, far out of reach for most people who are having a midlife crisis). But really, it's nothing that should make me angry for a good hour after I finish reading it. I don't understand how my mind works.