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Yeah, I read it. Am I proud? No. Do I want others to know I read it? Not really. BUT, after reading it I did have one very strong feeling… GIVE ME BACK MY $19.99!!!
E.L. James is a f&*$ing genius and all us women are a bunch of dupes for actually falling for the hype. The writing in this book is abysmal. The plot is pathetic. If I was Stephanie Meyer I would be suing! Replace Christian Grey with Edward Cullen, take out the sex and we’re back to the Young Adult section.
I admit it, I’m an avid consumer of pop culture. If everyone’s talking about it, I want to know about it. So I shelled out the cold hard cash to buy it (ok, it was on my iBook account) and devoured the book in a matter of days. When it was over I felt like the girl who had one two many and went home with the bartender, doing the walk of shame the morning after in last night’s eyeliner. A little dirty, a little violated and undoubtedly ripped off.
Its a sad state of affairs that the number one book on the New York Times Bestseller list features a mousey protagonist whose sense of self worth is so pathetic that she allows herself to be “rescued” by a total dickhead who just happens to be a bajillionaire and drop dead gorgeous. Isn’t it every girl’s dream come true? To meet the perfect, gorgeous, rich, well connected sado-masochist? COME ON! By the middle of that book, I wanted to scream from the highest tower – ARE YOU KIDDING ME? HAVE SOME SELF-RESPECT! RUN AWAY! Then I wanted to find a higher tower and scream to the women of the world – PUT THAT BOOK DOWN, WALK AWAY FROM THE BOOK!
Obviously there’s a reason we’re consuming the Twilight trilogy and 50 Shades. The market is clearly demanding it. Women are often attracted to the bad boy – which I guess is why James Dean posters are still being made and men in their 40’s ride motorcycles. I’m not a very good feminist, and am not really in a position to preach to anyone about the decline of society – so I’ll shut my pie-hole and let people do what they want… they will anyway (thanks for that Pops!).