I have not always been into porn. I dislike it for a few simple reasons.
Here is my problem with porn. I want more than the Internet videos or pricey On Demand rentals provide. I need to understand how and why the semi-hot, yet always greasy handyman ends up with the lonely housewife. I want to know what makes them strip down and jump in the shower without caring about being a little overweight or not having time to self tan. And most importantly, I want to understand how all this happened ten minutes after he walked in to help her fix her washer and dryer. I need more back story, more character development, and less sexual positions.
But did that stop me from reading it? Not even close...
No I, like many others, became obsessed. I would read when I woke up, when the kids were watching a show, while cooking dinner and before I went to bed. I became so fascinated by the whole thing that there were many times I didn't hear my kids yell for me or ask me for a snack. I became a mother removed from her own suburban life and it made me uncomfortable.
Maybe it was because the lead woman is a mousy, inexperienced girl who somehow finds herself in this very illicit situation. Maybe I saw myself in her...both in terms of the mousiness (sp?) and the inexperience. Who knows? All I know is that I kept reading, kept trying to understand, and eventually ended the first book feeling the same way I did in the beginning...slightly empty and confused.
But I did learn some important things.
In honor of my Thursday Thoughts for this week, these are the things I have learned from Fifty Shades of Grey.