August 9th, 2012


Why I'm For Fifty Shades of Grey

I have decided I am for Fifty Shades of Grey.

No, I haven't read it, and no, I don't plan to do so. Lets be honest, if I wanted to read some badly written porn, I'd just surf the net for half an hour.

But I'm for it, anyway, and I think that it's kind of cool that it has become the best selling book of all time in the UK. It's a book about sex, and while to all accounts it's full of terribly written and barely believable scenes, it's gotten millions of people reading about sex. Yesterday, one of my friends told me how the women at his work were using it to reignite their relationships and how the guys were staying in to fuck. We had a good laugh, but hey, what's wrong with that? If the book gives you some ideas and you go off and fuck afterward and have a good time, does it really matter about the quality of the writing?

Well, I do admit, to me it does, but I'm still for Fifty Shades of Grey because it's not some shitty kids book that adults go out and buy and talk about how fabulous it is. After over a decade of badly written wish fulfillment in Harry Potter, not so subtle Mormon propaganda in Twilight, and the derivative and poorly written rubbish of Susanne Collins' Hunger Games, we've finally moved into at least a subject matter that people over the age of sixteen should be interested in. I mean, sure, there was a badly written Dan Brown novel in there, somewhere, but most of it has just been these badly written books for children that adults gobble up for reasons I can't quite understand. Much like Fifty Shades of Grey, I might add, since you know, the internet is one giant free online archive of badly written sex. But, I digress.

Around the world, people are reading about sex and then having sex.

And apparently the sale of rope to women has increased as well.

What's not to love?