I agree with you completely.   I, myself have an underbelly.  But that has nothing to do with why I asked
my readers to remind me not to live in India.  I ask people to remind me not to live in places all the time.  And that is because I don’t
like to travel. Don’t get me wrong, I like the idea of traveling.  And I love hotels.   I mean
I really love hotels.  As soon as somebody
mentions a place, any place at all, I
immediately think to myself, “I need to go there right away, and stay in a
hotel with amazing bedding.”   You see what I'm saying?   It has nothing to do with
the reasons other people travel.  The
truth is I don’t really want to go anywhere.  I
don’t want to meet interesting people or eat foods that aren’t on Jenny. The
only place I really enjoy being is my house. 
My house with my toothbrush and spoons, my computer and all my millions
of hanky pankies.  These are the things I
love.  Not distant lands.  I love my driveway and my canned Le Seur peas.
 I love the pink pillow with tiny white
buttons on my bed and my polka dotted coffee mugs.  I love my shampoo and my printer.  And so I use things like unpleasantness in movies
to convince me not to go places.  That’s
all.  There’s no reason to think I
suddenly don’t like India because of a movie.  Honestly, please don’t think that.I feel terrible.