tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333541691333550838.post6861484801735556403..comments2024-03-26T09:01:16.368-07:00Comments on I Hate Cheryl Strayed: Part Eleven of a review of "Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail," Chapter Six, Part One: She Doesn't Understand How Lying WorksCalifohioanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663315815873691593noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333541691333550838.post-39244737492294254792020-02-21T13:22:41.210-08:002020-02-21T13:22:41.210-08:00Sorry, I'm going to have to give Cheryl a pass...Sorry, I'm going to have to give Cheryl a pass on this one. I started college in 1989 with a Commodore 128, one of my roommates had a PC (probably a 386) and another had a dedicated word processor. There were a few terminal rooms - rooms full of dumb terminals that could have been used for writing using text editors. So it is plausible she was staring at a screen in 1991. An 80 pound pack worth $3000 is another story though...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14987546091807941605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333541691333550838.post-41526051196912626952015-10-19T12:31:18.387-07:002015-10-19T12:31:18.387-07:00I'm enjoying your blog! Its entertaining to b...I'm enjoying your blog! Its entertaining to be sure - I started reading it because, like you, I found Cheryl Strayed's story to be suspect. Oh I'm sure she was grieving the death of her mother, but her story doesn't seem true - like her heroin addiction that she is able to overcome so easily. I'm sure parts of her story are true, but that is not what she is selling. She's selling the whole thing as factual. And, yes, her writing is pretentious and her ego is exhausting. Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06290947925264722664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333541691333550838.post-61128154181349940562015-03-19T20:41:50.832-07:002015-03-19T20:41:50.832-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Talking Snakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15033722521543657634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333541691333550838.post-57572057849049380422015-02-21T01:02:04.126-08:002015-02-21T01:02:04.126-08:00Greetings from Downunder! I've just finished r...Greetings from Downunder! I've just finished reading "Wild". I had doubts about the book from early on, but it was when I reached the part that she somehow blew $250 in apparently a couple of days, I thought "WTF?" I searched Google and found this site, thank God. Love it....inciteful, clever and hilarious.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12974265171563261784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333541691333550838.post-21094051705204744502015-01-30T21:02:59.674-08:002015-01-30T21:02:59.674-08:00Just discovered this blog tonight and am cackling ...Just discovered this blog tonight and am cackling with glee as I read through it. I am going to stop for tonight and save some for tomorrow so I have something to look forward to. I just read Wild last week after a few years of bestseller backlash and while I wasn't exactly surprised that a memoir was self-indulgent and overrated, it's still really annoying how many people get caught up in praising something that's simply not that great. Mostly I couldn't believe how much she felt the world had done something "to" her and how she acted like she just had to go be a cheater and heroin user who couldn't get her life together because her mom died, as if the death of a parent justified all her crap.. but now, thinking about how misleading her story is when major chunks of the trail were skipped is making the self-indulgence/did you know my mom died?/why-should-I-practice-for-a-1,000-mile-hike stuff even more annoying. Anyway, thanks for this hilarious blog! I'm cackling, I tell you! lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01550290075640463707noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333541691333550838.post-10418936608798031032015-01-16T10:27:30.723-08:002015-01-16T10:27:30.723-08:00BAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA "Her head is a...BAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA "Her head is as soft as a nurse's penis." Oh, you're just a delight. I'm so glad you're on here.Califohioanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11663315815873691593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333541691333550838.post-58860662935183247242015-01-16T09:22:48.614-08:002015-01-16T09:22:48.614-08:00Did you notice how she says she couldnt finish the...Did you notice how she says she couldnt finish the paper because she just sat and stared at a blank screen....in 1991???<br /><br />She and I are the same age and I can tell you with certainty the only computers in the schools that students had access to were in the library and were used for finding books, not for students to use to write papers. Everyone still used typewriters, unless U Minnesota was FAR more advanced than Miami of Ohio was in technology (I think not). Much more likely this is another point where Shifty Cheryl is just making things up while sitting at her computer at 2am churning out fiction after half a dozen Jack & Cokes. Her head is as soft as a nurse's penis. testhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12088931114821758063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333541691333550838.post-71024292451728354262015-01-04T14:24:50.108-08:002015-01-04T14:24:50.108-08:00Cheryl Strayed actually *teaches* writing classes....Cheryl Strayed actually *teaches* writing classes. While you're letting that sink in, maybe you should grab a bucket or something because you'll need it for the vomit that's about to explode out of your mouth.Califohioanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11663315815873691593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333541691333550838.post-4895023165012789182015-01-04T14:22:26.277-08:002015-01-04T14:22:26.277-08:00Baaaaaahahahahahahahaaahahahahaaaaa I think you na...Baaaaaahahahahahahahaaahahahahaaaaa I think you nailed it!Califohioanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11663315815873691593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333541691333550838.post-66636787640804323212015-01-04T08:48:34.254-08:002015-01-04T08:48:34.254-08:00"She makes dinner for Cheryl while the televi..."She makes dinner for Cheryl while the television blares in the corner of the trailer and there's another news story on about the O.J. Simpson trial. I really don't understand why Cheryl feels the need to bring this up."<br /><br />I had a PROFOUND revelation. Cheryl is obsessed with O.J. because he lied and even though all evidence supported his guilt, he still got away with it!<br /><br />-RussRusshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06293731394573956803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333541691333550838.post-77179578493181569162015-01-03T21:33:09.602-08:002015-01-03T21:33:09.602-08:00If my husband ever came home from work with a malo...If my husband ever came home from work with a malodorous twentysomething blonde, I'm pretty sure my immediate facial expression would be about as welcoming as Annette's. Heck, I bet if Brian Lindstrom (Cheryl's husband) came home from work one day with a malodorous twentysomething blonde, Cheryl would make the exact same face.<br /><br />Her non-completion of college was even more pathetic than you've stated here. The administrators were obviously very understanding - they gave her what seems to be an indefinite extension on that paper, and allowed her to participate in the graduation ceremony with her class, with the understanding that she wouldn't get her actual diploma until she wrote the paper. It's not just that she couldn't manage to B.S. a five-page paper immediately after her mother's death - it's that she couldn't pull herself together over the next *four years* enough to write that paper, even knowing she could take her sweet time on it and it would probably be graded in the most perfunctory manner anyway and that was literally all she needed to do to become a college graduate. She couldn't write *one paper* in the amount of time it's supposed to take to get *an entire college education*.<br /><br />Truth Unleashedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09793982086613109484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333541691333550838.post-213342182983253752014-12-23T16:37:02.953-08:002014-12-23T16:37:02.953-08:00OMFG! Here we go with her insane weather claims ag...OMFG! Here we go with her insane weather claims again. <br />So, let me back up. Cheryl is referring to the Lake Isabella area when she recalls a motel, diner, and hardware store. In fact, I'd be willing to bet a fiver on her milkshake being from Neldas. It's just a good fucking milkshake. <br />But, here's where the weather again gets fuzzy. <br />Yes. The snow level in 1995 was pretty high in certain areas of the Sierra. Tioga Pass, in Yosemite, had a good amount of snow. But, the thing about snow is, it's not the number of inches that have fallen, it's the amount of moisture in it. It matters. The higher the moisture content- the longer it lasts and the wetter the area. The thing about 95' was that the water content wasn't very high. It was light snow and it was well and truly off the passes by July. But, we're in June, right? Yes. Cheryl is in June...and she's got a at least a hundred miles until she hits the deep snow. Forrester Pass is the highest point on the trail. It stands at 13,153 feet. IT ALWAYS HAS SNOW ON IT. Why? Because, it is home to a glacier. In 1995, yes, the pass had snow...quite a bit. But, strangely, (I say this sarcastically) it also got warmer than normal in July of 1995. The snow in the lower elevations between Walker Pass and Forester pass was, in most places, gone. There were other areas where it was deeper than average, but not wetter. You could post hole it pretty effectively and HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE DID. You can google trail records from Mt. Whitney, the PCT, The John Muir Trail and you'll see that, while there was snow, it wasn't impassible and it wasn't unexpected. <br /><br />That Cheryl didn't expect it says volumes about her preperation for the trip. Pick up a god damn book! Or, better yet, it being 1995, call the Forest Service (You know, the number you should've called to get permits for for some of your trip ...oooops) and they would've given you a status update. Depending on "Bud" from the hotel is beyond irresponsible. I don't suppose that the fact that the Sierra Nevada literally means "snowy range" in Spanish might've been a clue to what you were getting into?<br /><br />Nope. Too much dick to suck and smack to do.<br /><br />Math *is* hard. Maybe she's using "new math" and we're just not enlightened enough.<br />And, btw, it''s at this point when the faster PCT hikers that year should've been passing Cheryl. Guys? Gals? Anybody seen this little blonde chick with a gargantuan blue backpack on? Anyone? Bueller....Bueller....<br /><br />NO! She still hasn't referenced seeing ANY OTHER FUCKING HIKER! As slow as she's going, they should be lapping her. And, oh....damn...she missed a couple of trail registers? WHAT!?!<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com