Friday, June 1, 2012


For some reason I've always loved the term naughty.  It just sounds so, well, naughty.  This past week, I have been staying up way past my bedtime completely enthralled in all things Christian Grey.  Everyone who has read these books has told me the same thing: you will get addicted.  Addicted I am.  The novels aren't particularly well-written and the author is British.  That is not a dig at Brits, but she uses so many British colloquialisms yet the story takes place in Seattle.  This makes absolutely no sense.  Just make everyone British and then you can refer to an outfit as "smart."  I digress.
So huge announcement:  I'm single!  A single lady reading a rather steamy trilogy.  The books remind me a bit of how I felt during Twilight.  Except on an entirely different level.  I spend quite a bit of time thinking about the dynamics of relationships (platonic and otherwise).  What makes two people "click" is a completely mystery.  The main issue I have with this fictional relationship is the idea that the female character is constantly in danger and needs "protecting."  I'm not talking grave danger, I'm talking simply going to work or for an after dinner drink.  The notion that some dark knight  is going to come and save us (us being the ones with the XY chromosomes) is not a misconception that needs reiteration.  Books like these are the reason why half of my friends think that some amazing guy is going to sweep them off their feat while simultaneously wanting to rub up against a stranger on public transportation.
A girl can hope.  Am I right?  I love love love the idea of being so into someone that you can't keep your hands off of them.  But, it would be nice if the dude in question wasn't so tormented and royally screwed up.  Here comes another cliche`: we have the power to change the bad boys.  I have covered this falsehood at length on the old bloggy blog.  Ladies:  you can't change yo man.  I was having breakfast with one of my closest friends the other day and I doled out some good advice my Mom (or was it my Grandmother?) gave me.  If the person you are dating were to stay exactly the same would you still want to date them?  If the answer is no, than you're simply waiting around hoping for something to shift.  I've been there, girl, and it almost always ends in disappointment.
This post is all over the place.  I think what I'm trying to say is that characters like Christian Grey are so entertaining because they don't exist in real life.  Let's be real, if someone asked me to sign a contract before having sex with them I would be out the door in five seconds flat.  Or faster.  I'm very athletic.  If someone terrified me to my very core because of their, ahem, penchant for violence I wouldn't lay awake crying about how much I loved them.  I'd stop returning their calls.  The cutesy emails, however, I could deal with.
Oh and I'm up one pound in the world of WW.  Back to tracking, tracking, tracking.

Happy Friday!

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