When I watched Jennifer Fox’s Flying: Confessions of a Free Woman, I was blown away. I don’t say that often here, so sit up and take note.

I’ve never seen a film that connected with me, as a woman, like this movie. Admittedly, I have a lot in common with Fox—educated, single, white, living in the New York area. We come from similar socio-economic backgrounds, and while I don’t have two lovers at the moment, let’s just say, I can identify. But, the point of recognition felt deeper than any of those points.

If you haven’t heard about it yet, Flying begins as Fox’s personal story as she attempts to navigate her complicated love life, but her issues bring up larger questions of what it means to be a “free” woman in modern times. Acknowledging that she has freedoms that many women of the world do not possess, she sets off to the many destinations where her career as a filmmaker has brought her in the past. She meets her female friends of all different cultural, economic and social backgrounds and uses the concept of sexual freedom as the springboard for much deeper conversations about identity, children, disease, sex trafficking, relationships to other women, and of course, to men.