I’ve been reading an awful lot of Fifty Shades reviews recently… and because y’all were writing about reading it, that made me want to read it too. So I did. Not just the first one, but all three of them; the whole trilogy in three nights.
If you too have been drawn into the strange world of Christian Grey, I’d like you to do something for me. Put down the book for a minute… close your eyes… and create a picture in your mind.
It’s your crush. Your everyday crush, that one person who brings a little bit of sparkle to your day. Don’t be embarrassed – we all have one.
It might be the sweet, shy guy who does your dry cleaning, or the optician with one brown eye and one blue. It could be your doctor, your butcher, or the guy who delivers your loo roll. Maybe it’s the builder you smile at on the way to nursery drop off. Or the guy who picks up litter around town – one time you saw him picking up a couple of shabby-spined Shakespeares in a second-hand bookstore. It could be that dad who you sometimes see at the swings, or the scruffy guy collecting coins for charity outside the supermarket. Maybe it’s your doctor, your daughter’s teacher, or the cute student that delivers your pizza.
I don’t really care who it is, but I want it to be someone.
Now listen. These are the people that fantasies are made of. These are the dangerous, thrilling, delicious thoughts of men who are almost within touching distance… but not quite.
There is no Christian Grey out there. But there are a million men, in a thousand small towns, who are very worthy of that pillow pressed between your legs.
Put the book down, people, and start using your imagination.
Is this Ruth – as in Dorky Mum Ruth? Really great post which ever Ruth it may be …. and I wont be reading 50 Shades! I’ve read some awful reviews.
Oh Hallelujah!
I am so so tired of hearing how amazing 50 shades is…how us ladies have to get out thrills from somewhere….
I was actually beginning to think that I was the only person out there with an amazing husband and an amazing sex life who found 50 shades not even remotely interesting… Well myself and my daughter – she at 21 thought it was lame too!
My sister, told me she had never read anything so filthy – I told her that instead of moaning at me for actually talking to my husband on a regular basis, she ought to try talking to hers and perhaps the so called filthy book could become her reality as well…..
Thank you thank you for being another voice encouraging women to stop reading and start imagining and experimenting for themselves…..
Ahhhhhh…. David Beckham….
I got about halfway through the first book, thought it was a pile of twaddle and lent it to a friend.
I’m all for fantasies and such but surely if reading the likes of 50 shades is the only way for us ladies to acceptably get our kicks then we may as well go back to being Victorian and flashing an ankle as a sexual act? How about we just get down to it in the real world with real people? (My other half will be thrilled to hear me say that lol!)