excuse me, i have another judgment to make

So a rich woman lives what is not a conventional life - two homes (WHAT!), successful writer (no successful writer is conventional), all that shit - then she decides she doesn't want a child (I decided that when I was straight-up 11 years old), gets a divorce (God forbid) and uses three foreign countries as the Windex and paper towel for cleaning up her life. Hence, Eat Pray Love by Some White Lady. Her extremely comfortable life falls apart and she heads where all white people head when they get to that convenient midlife crisis stage of their lives. It appears to me that, while a shitload of people in the United States and Canada live in poverty and in constant states of crisis, rich folks FREAK the fuck out, their "lives fall apart" and they whisk themselves off to Europe. I'm not trying to say that a healthy income means you can't suffer from psychological disease - disease, in general, does not discriminate amongst people. I'm saying the way they deal with their shit is just ridiculous, especially when they're lucky enough to live criminally comfortable lives. So this white bitch goes off to Italy, India and Indonesia - Indofuckingnesia - to find herself. You. Have got. To be. Kidding.

Go ahead, bitch. Just use the world as your trash can, and do whatever the fuck you wanna do. I, for one, am sick of reading shit about stuff I'll never get to do, and I don't want my mother reading it and becoming more miserable than she already is and I know she's never gonna get to see any part of Europe. And we live perfectly comfortable lives ourselves. My lower middle class family tottering between the class lines IS the conventional life, not this goddamn lady's.