So on the one hand young women on college campuses cry assault if a young man looks at them cross-eyed.
On the other hand the same young women are flocking to see Fifty Shades, the movie, because abuse is, you know, such a turn on. Especially when dished out by a hot troubled billionaire boy toy. (Because all he really needs is the love of a good woman… GMAFB.)
What the hell happened to us?
Where did we go wrong?
Independence and individual responsibility sure have taken a few steps backward since the days when I was burning my training bra.
A letter to my dear daughters and my wonderful son– this is not how real men behave and if a woman is smart, she will run far and run fast and never look back.
Speaking as a woman who A. survived child sexual abuse and B. a violent rape which nearly ended in murder (mine) and C. domestic violence dished out by just such a troubled pretty boy– It’s ain’t all that much fun.
Mostly I don’t care. Go see the movie. Won’t kill anyone. (Well, the written prose was pretty deadly.) If anything the popularity of Fifty Shades epitomizes our moment in history – Let’s call it The Age of Hypocrisy. May it pass soon.