Remember back in 2012, the summer of 2012 to be exact, when you couldn’t take five steps out of your house without seeing somebody carrying around the book, “Fifty Shades of Grey” by E.L. James?
Let’s get right to the point: it was overhyped then, and with the movie coming out by the same title, it’s even more overhyped today. If you are into the whole BDSM thing, then hey, a blind fucker can find better material than “Fifty Shades” by using the now defunct 1990s search engine Alta Vista to look up BDSM erotica. My girlfriend, now ex, at the time in July 2012 would roll her eyes when I’d reinforce the point. (Hey, y’know, the eye rolling was just a passive aggressive conceding of the made point!)
If “Fifty Shades of Grey” were paraphrased and shortened into a story on Literotica, people would just gloss over it and think, “Meh. Average. Uneventful. Mild. Weak character development.” But because it reached mainstream acceptance, a lot of bored, dime a dozen housewives, sick of their mundane lives and dealing with their bratty, ungrateful bastard children they didn’t originally intend to even have, wanting a romantic but seedy story to peruse without knowing how to use Google or the internet for that matter, discovered “Fifty Shades of Grey” and thought it was/is the holy grail just because it mildly dabbles in the genre of BDSM and touches the threshold of smutty with its pinky toe without actually delving into the said genre. Move along, folks.