I saw the movie Wild with Reese Witherspoon. If given a choice of how to face life's blows, I'd much rather do it as Tracy Flick or Legally Blonde. Cheryl Strayed, whose memoir inspired Witherspoon to make the film, chose another path: hiking The Pacific Crest Trail.
A woman alone in the woods is a rape waiting to happen. And, Cheryl's drug-infused sexual past doesn't protect her (or us) from being afraid.
Some of my friends called the film Eat, Pray, Hike, an obvious dig at the chick lit franchise. Not me. I thought it was an edgy depiction of all of us on our journey through life: lack of preparation, disappointment, surprise, wonder, and profound satisfaction with accomplishment.
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