Fifty Shades of … Porn or Fiction?

I have been contemplating this for a while. Should I blog? Shouldn’t I blog? Should I or shouldn’t I? Well, I guess I caved!

Fifty Shades of Grey. The latest sensation in fictional reading and read by millions of various ages and backgrounds. It has been Number 1 on the bestsellers list for 18 weeks. But what exactly is it about? Some may say romance, others suspense, other adult literature (which by the way is another way of camouflaging pornographic material). But what is it about such reading material that has people hooked (on Facebook, I have seen comments of both women and men readers. And why publicly admit that you have read such material when you are aware of the content thereof)? Is it the attraction and addiction of sex, of sexual submission or even the escape from traditional sexual relationships? Is it a trending fad that if not read then you’ve been left in the dark? Is it mere curiosity? Or is it just for the love of reading?

Let me be controversial to make a point. If I enter an adult store and rent a pornographic film, and then after watching it post it on Facebook and publicly state my impatience on getting to the next episode, I wonder how people would respond to that? Yet, we endorse the consuming of reading material that is filled with sexual material. You might say I have pushed the analogy too far, but then I’m sure anyone can cite the same reasons as above.

Now I understand that adult literature is a genre that has been around for a while, but does that make it acceptable? What message are we sending with regard to morality and sexuality? It’s also easy to say that you skip over the sexual materials and is merely following the story, but the story in itself is morally challenging. It’s a really rich guy who will stop at nothing to get what he wants and a girl who is starting out that wants more. When does too much become too much?

I think that the openness of reading these books, on Facebook, Twitter, and in public spaces, speaks much of where we as a society finds ourselves. The blurring of sexuality and sexual roles, the cheapening of sex and sexual encounters and the “for sale” of sex and ourselves have become too popular and freely available. There is no longer any sanctity in our sexuality and partners and the sorrowful part is that we are passing this lifestyle to our children who will inherit fifty shades of so much worse. When do we tell our girls and boys that money cannot buy you everything you want? Where do we draw the line when it comes to sexuality (pick up any popular magazine and I am sure you will find articles on promiscuity). As much as we want to pretty up promiscuity, selling your body eventually leads to selling your soul.

And in case you wondering, NO, I have not read it. I do not have to read every book to know if it’s good or bad.

Busy? Me?

So, I haven’t blogged for a while, I might say that I’m busy, but when it comes down to actually penning it down on paper, then I can’t really call that being busy. But what exactly is being busy? A simple definition would be, “having a great deal to do.” So then it does explain the reality that if I had a great deal to do and there is nothing much to show for it then obviously I haven’t been doing a great deal much! So, then is that busyness or wasting time? But what is wasting time? A nice definition would be “Use or expend carelessly, extravagantly, or to no purpose”. But I know that what I have been doing has not been a carelessness of my time, energy or resources. So then my final question would be, “What have I been doing?”

I think, these questions only matter when there is a backlog of items to address, chores to be done, deadlines to meet and an endless list of “to do’s”. It is only when we reflect on these that these questions become pressing. So ultimately, you should be asking, “of what value do these lists of to do’s have to my personal well-being and if I don’t do them, what would the consequences be?”

So, for me…. let’s just say I will be needing to get busy, but like the cartoon below says, “I don’t have time to be this busy”.