I belong to this Mom's Facebook swap site and the same titles keep popping up everywhere.
"Where can I get Fifty Shades of Grey?"
"In search of Fifty Shades of Grey!"
"Someone please help me find Fifty Shades of Grey!"
Now I haven't read the book nor do I want to, especially after all the hype which caused me to look further into the theme.
Seriously, people? What has happened to good literature? Obviously, the erotic nature of the book has people rushing to the nearest book store and grabbing their own copy, and maybe themselves in the process. From where I am standing, this book is no different than any porn magazine or internet website. Of course, to entice the main audience--who happen to be women--E L James has woven some scintillating characters into the plot and called it a book.
Now I know that there are many women out there who could care less about the sexual nature of the story line. Yes, call me a prude and whatever other names you have for this chaste writer. I've heard them time and again. However, I too, have read the occasional book with highly sexual themes as the main course, and I can readily admit that I got a bit of a kick out of it.
Nevertheless, morally, I cannot sink to those levels again. My mind feels like it is sucked into the black abyss where I can never return to a normal way of thinking about sex. Sex becomes all-consuming and cravings can no longer be satisfied. Anybody on this boat? Suddenly, there is no escape from the constant bombardment of the images relayed in the mind, nor the thoughts of getting every single ounce of pleasure from anything possible. A person may find themselves re-reading the same scenario, only to find that the excitement lessens each time. There must be more! Find something even better to tickle the senses, and get the heart racing.
The sad thing is that this feeling is insatiable. It's called lust. Some people may claim that it is love but I have to be honest here.
Love is patient and kind. It does not envy or boast. It is not proud or rude. It is not selfish or easily angered. Love keeps no record of wrongs. It does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
That verse is from 1 Corinthians 13 in the Bible. And maybe someone wants to argue that the Bible is wrong. Whatever. But can one honestly say that love is not these things? I'd definitely like the hear the person that claims, "Love is the guy who slept with five women before me, made me pregnant, yelled at me after our baby was born, and left. Oh, but the sex was great."
Yes, a real winner. But somehow men and women are mistaking the excitement of sex for love. Sure, this feels great now but what happens when one finds out he is cheating?
Maybe it feels like I'm focusing more on women. Believe me, I could go on and on about men and their sexual habits. The truth is, I'm a woman! Big shocker, I know! I understand the need for love and fulfillment. It's in the nature of most women out there. Sadly, this desperate need to belong and feel loved is taken advantage of and warped to mainly benefit the male gender who tend to want to feed that sexual appetite of theirs. And so love becomes lust.
I am a wife. I was a virgin going to my honeymoon and was definitely not after that first night! I won't go into details because that is between me and my husband, but I'd just like to say that we definitely love one another! Sex is awesome and we love it. Porn will never enhance what we have, because, unfortunately, on both our parts, we know. It's hard to get rid of the crap but most definitely worth it.
So for E L James and her female followers, feel free to read on. For me, I don't want "just okay".
For those of you wanting to read some real literature, consider Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers. Fantastic book about a woman who has only experienced lust, only to be loved by a man she would have nothing to do with. My favourite!
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