Fifty Shades of Grey- Review
I was really excited to read Fifty Shades. I love erotic fiction. Deciding to be a literature major, and realizing law school wasn’t my place, I looked for other arenas. I never wanted to be a teacher, and didn’t want to be an attorney. I will leave the fighting occupation to Mike. However, I have always enjoyed erotic literature, and have the luxury of meeting others who agree.
Anais Nin would be annoyed, and laugh, by the fifty shades epidemic. Anais Nin would also want to know her, and laugh with her, as they watch the female audience devour all that is the newest mommy porn, deemed acceptable at Target.
Fifty shades is the worst literature representation a woman can read; however, there is a caveat.
E. L James never tried to be anything but fan fiction. She never touted herself as a literary mogul. In fact, she is shocked by the attention she is getting. She self published her writing due to public demand for it.
I think it is awesome many women are finding their sexuality awakened. Would I have picked a different author, and story? Absolutely. Nonetheless, a woman finding an area that awakens her, and empowers her to be a sexual goddess, cannot be denied.
Last week, I was in the Hustler store, shopping for…err… bachelorette party supplies- Obviously 😉 I met a fantastic, knowledgeable sales rep, who was a bit bored, and very chatty. I motioned to the 50 shades display, and asked her if the books and the housewives were driving her crazy. I also asked her if she had read the books. She laughed, and gave me an entirely different perspective. She explained she usually spends her day peddling vibrators, and is thrilled to have a break from the titillating movie section touting Edward Penis Hands and Shaving Private Ryan. She can spot a 50 shades customer the moment they walk in. A bit lost, trying to look comfortable and not ill at ease. They are always roaming downstairs, not realizing the sex toys are upstairs. She admits, some of her coworkers aren’t as willing to work with the 50 Shades customers, but she loves them. She scoops them up like strays, and nurses them into a life of whips, chains, nipple clamps and steel balls. She loves watching their eyes light up, to listen to them gush about how embarrassed they were to come in, and enjoys the thanks and admiration of her “profession”. She said some women hug her before they leave. And no, she hasn’t read the books… she said they are a bit too Vanilla for her, she likes a more graphic read.