As for me, I’m taking a dive into dangerous waters… – Fifty Shades of Grey. Perhaps you’ve heard of it? I am one of the few who have chosen not to read this best-selling trilogy-of-the-moment – and don’t worry, I’m not getting ready to launch into a 50-point diatribe, but I did want to share my simple reasons for coming to this conclusion. – No judgment here if you have already read it – or plan to. My only goal is to make you think.~
So. In blogland things seem to come in rather explosive waves: chevron patterns, enormous turquoise JCrew bauble necklaces, Shabby Apply giveaways, and currently: Fifty Shades.
I’ve heard detailed reports from several people now who have read the series, and so I feel like I have a decent grasp of what’s contained between the covers of these novels: a poorly written manuscript, sadomasochism, a traumatic past meets innocent virgin and they eventually fall in “love”, oh yeah, and lots of sex. –
My initial reason for avoidance was my extremely graphic mind – when I see or read something, it becomes forever vividly ingrained. And those images come back to haunt me at the most inopportune times. It’s why I simply can’t watch scary movies, or read bloody death scenes. I can’t handle them. I have nightmares. I get extremely paranoid. I’ve found out the hard way where my personal boundaries lie.- But just this week, as I read review, after review, after review, my reasoning has changed angles a bit.
I’ve been recently challenged to remember my quest, my goal: to live a life of intentionality, and I started thinking about how I could apply this modus operandi to the realm of entertainment. –
Quick back story: I’ve never been one to like sad, depressing, squirmy books or movies. – Sheesh, I have enough sadness and depression in my real life – so why, when I have the opportunity to “escape”, would I want more of the same? I want happy endings, dashing heroes, inspiring heroines, sweet love stories, and wondrous magical worlds, thankyouverymuch! 😀
In the case of Fifty Shades, I’ve really not heard of any redeeming quality found in these books- save the surreal storylines ability to snag your attention. I’ve only heard of the hurt, the skewed “love”, the bad dialog, the degradation of women, and the exposure to a very twisted view of the sacred wonder that is, ahem, marital relations (call me a prude).
I get the addiction…girls, why do you think so many men are addicted to porn? Not because of any quality it possesses…but because it’s like a drug…it sucks you in, and even though it may disgust you to a degree…it’s nearly impossible to escape.
Bottom line question for me was: Would reading these books make me a better person in the end? Would they inspire me? Encourage me? Challenge me? – You tell me: if you’ve read them, do you feel enriched for having done so?
I am given only so many minutes in a day. So many days in a lifetime. I want to fill those moments intentionally, and with positivity (I realize that sounds all sunshine and rainbows, but there is only so much in life we can control, our choice of literature being one of them). I know I fail sometimes – but when an obvious choice is staring me in the face – a choice to invest hours and days into something that will, at best (from what I hear), be counted as wasted time…I think I’m just gonna let that ship sail on by.~
So in conclusion:
There are other options for your summer reading list! Think about it. Life’s short. Read well.
Now I want to hear your thoughts on the phenomenon that is Fifty Shades of Grey! Let your voice be heard in the comments below…