I've never seen Pretty Woman, never did get Julia Roberts's alleged charm (though she is a fine actress), but when I was in nursing school in the late 70s I happened to catch a showing of Peckinpah's The Wild Bunch at the Nuart. Thenceforth instead of nursing I decided to become an outlaw, robbing banks & gun shipments until I got killed shooting it out with a whole Mexican army.

Seriously, if we had a number on women who entered prostitution b/c of having viewed Pretty Woman this essay might matter. Otherwise we should probably accept that all works of fiction have the potential to send impractical & unworthwhile life messages.