I realize this probably qualifies me as someone who is living under that proverbial rock, but so be it.
Because I am never going to read Fifty Shades of Grey.
And that’s final.
My reasons are two fold:1.) I have been warned by an untold number of people that I will not be able to stomach the dreadful writing.
2.) My Mom came to visit last May and was carrying her own, either very travel-damaged or enthusiastically dog-eared, paperback copy of it.
Yeah. Just go ahead and let that soak in for a few seconds. ::shudder::
I actually kind of wanted to read Fifty Shades when she was done just for the pop-culture references, but I just couldn’t risk the possibility of finding pages that were stuck together.
I mean, come on! Sex is all fine and good until it’s your Mom. Then it’s just super creepy and gross. Face it, there is only one appropriate response to the notion of our parents’ sexuality and that is:
::hands over ears, I CAN’T HEAR YOU, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!::
Can I get a witness?
No, I prefer my deviant sex (reading) with a side of belly laughs, thankyouverymuch. And I suspect I’m not the only one.
Which is why, when a certain Fifty Shades parody from the male point of view came across my desk last week, I just KNEW it was going to be a runaway smash.
So without any further ado, please treat yourself to what is by far the funniest thing I have read all week: Let me be your Mr. Grey by the incomparable Glen, aka Regular Guy, of In The Powder Room.
And when you’re done with that, if you like it as much as I did, I would strongly encourage you to head on over to Glen’s other place of business and read The A to Z of why you should sleep with me. Honestly, I read it for the first time last April and have not been able to get it out of my head since then, it is *that* funny.
Happy funny/naughty reading, friends!