Fifty shades of filth
Last week I wrote a post that if women had sex lines for dirty chat they would be all about the men folk listening and appreciating us more.
But then I went out for the first time with the mums in my son's year at school and all everyone talked about was the bestselling clit-flick lit, Fifty Shades of Grey. Apparently, I had missed the best book club meeting ever when they were dishing out chocolate nipple clamps and liquorice whips as prizes.
I have not read Fifty Shades of Grey yet but now I am feeling left out. I want to know what it's all about. I am not a literary snob and as a writer I am fascinated by commercially successful fiction. Ultimately, would you prefer poverty and a Booker Prize, or a bijou pad in the Hamptons and a tight ab-ed gardener called Mellors. I know what I would pump for any time. Pulp fiction, bring it on.
I devoured all the Harry Potters and I have read Twilight. Although I am genuinely scared of vampires and it gave me nightmares so I couldn't read anymore.
But something is holding me back.
Should I read Fifty Shades of Grey or not? Is it time wasted or well spent? I am going to learn that women don't want to be appreciated really, not really. We want dysfunctional relationships with dark, mean, moody men that tie us up and get medieval on our asses.
Do women really want to be treated to mean and kept keen? Help!