There are certainly 50 shades of grey visible from my front window at the moment, even the grass looks grey. Mind you, this is about as close to 50 Shades as I'll be getting. No, I haven't seen the film or read the book, (a cousin did give me the book, thinking because I'm single I must be desperate for some....what?... I'm not entirely sure???) but realistically, if I wanted to watch some man physically assault a woman, I would ring up the police, find out where the local domestic violence hot-spots are, and go hang out.
Now, don't get me wrong, on the sex side of things, what consenting adults do in the privacy of their own bedroom is entirely their business....whatever turns you on. But really, 50 Shades, doesn't it all seem a bit naff, I mean, wasn't this all done back in the 70's?
And what is the big deal, it's about sex, or should that be ...Ohhh, it's about sex??? Are we still in the playground? Or should that be, are the media still in the playground? Well, I suppose they are, page 3 and all that nonsense....come on guys, it's a penis, it's a vagina, get over it. And for gawds sake, Miley, would y'all put it away.
Maybe I'm becoming prudish in my old age or maybe I've just seen it all before, but what is the big deal? Now, I know sex can be fun, (at least I think it was, as far as memory serves) but without something more meaningful to it, doesn't it all become a bit soul-destroying. I mean, it isn't that hard to get these days (pardon the pun) and it seems to be freely available 24/7, but like everything now, there's no mystery left. Where's the anticipation, the imagination, the seduction? Now, it's all wham, bam, and tweet it?
I get so fed up with it being constantly shoved in my face, I mean that metaphorically not literally,...no actually,when I think about it...I do mean that literally. You can't even go to the local shop for a pint of milk but some silly tart is all over the papers spilling their guts about their latest bedroom action. It would drive you to the convent or a burka!!! And let's face it, when you get right down to it, how sexy is it when it's all on display... constantly.....every day.....all day.....with nothing left to wonder about? Still not convinced? Then let me ask you this, which of these is sexier? Marilyn Monroe fully dressed, Madonna dressed like an old tart and flashing her ass or Miley Cyrus naked?
I rest my case.
And the 'case' is certainly well rested.
I could not have put it better myself!
Who cares....like you.....not me!