No ‘Grey’ area for sex abuse
You can strangle me, whip me, tie me up in chains and I still wouldn’t lay out 50 lousy cents to see “Fifty Lousy Shades of Grey.” No, I’m not a prude, but I am disgusted that after 50 years of fighting for equality that almost 70% of those who lined up to see the movie from the dopey book about a powerful, older, handsome, mogul who sexually abuses and tortures a sortof-unwilling, terribly naive, vulnerable, virginal, probably unstable college student, were women.
Sexy as hell? Hell no! Hell on Earth is more like it.
This, mind you, as college sexual abuse is finally being exposed daily for the epidemic it really is.
This, mind you, as 300,000 college women report being raped every year according to oneinfourusa.com.
This, mind you, as the cover story in the New York Times Magazine titled, “The Stanford Undergraduate and the Mentor,” hit, detailing a lawsuit that has riveted academia and Silicon Valley. This sexual abuse suit, brought by once-terribly naive, vulnerable, virginal, probably unstable college student Ellie Clougherty alleges that she is damaged after falling into a sortof-unwilling semi-S&M relationship with rich, powerful, handsome, tech mogul Joe Lonsdale. Sound familiar? There’s no fantasy involved. Their unequal, powerful mentor/college student relationship ended up in court – not in happily ever after, not in a wedding chapel, not even in a damned job.
Ironically, as the case shows, even as “Fifty Shades of Grey” grows, so will big lawsuits and greater embarrassments – unless of course, budding mogul masters take their cue from fictional mogul master Christian Grey. He made Anastasia Steele sign his handy pre-sex-slave, no-suing-allowed contracts first.
One hundred million readers bought this mind-numbing fantasy, but, come on, would you sign a contract promising – that while having sex yet – you wouldn’t defecate, engage in threesomes with large domestic animals and/or small children, employ the use of electric currents and OB-GYN instruments? You’d have to be dotty to sign on those dotted lines.
As for that passionate elevator scene? Where’s the guy with the reality check?
In real life, male-on-female assaults in elevators are usually of the stranger-rapist sort, or of powerful-boyfriend, Ray Rice kind. These don’t usually leave you panting for more, they leave you panting for breath because you’re unconscious.
OK, we get it, yes, we all know that BDSM is a lifestyle that many consenting adults willingly participate in. But that’s not what “Fifty” is about. As for the gigantic cross, the whips and chains? Iread that story in the Bible first. It didn’t turn out well.