On My Hatred for '50 Shades'

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On My Hatred for '50 Shades'

SUCH a crock of s**t!! Seriously, its' popularity amazes the f**k out of. E.L James (the pen-name of Erika Mitchell) is like the Nicki Minaj of books, so f*****g supremely untalented that it hurts to observe her work.It is the very definition of a bad book, but simply because nobody seems to ever have had any experiences with that subject matter before and because it's so "taboo" (god, how I hate that word) every woman on the face of this Earth thinks it's brilliant and the hottest thing since Brad Pitt back when he was doing Calvin Klein commercials?!? Gimme a friggin' break. 

But don't think that I hate it with a passion simply because of the unbearably shyte writing, I hate it because what it portrays is in fact an abusive relationship and not at all what kinky sex should be! And all these women that read that book and then think such an unhealthy abusive relationship is normal -or worse, Romantic- so they are potentially setting themselves up to be accepting of such abuse which is just seriously fucked up.

It's the same as some dude writing a book about a guy that slaps women around, and they all love and adore him for it, and that book becomes a best-seller and at least a portion of the guys that read that book will think that domestic abuse is actually romantic and acceptable behaviour and thus they start beating up their wives and girlfriends. It's IDIOTIC!
'Fifty Shades' is the Drake of books because according to the story it's okay to treat women like s**t, have non-consensual sex, and smack them around a little.

But people, here is that deep, dark, hidden truth that I really don't want to acknowledge: I despise this book because why can't a Greek God with abs and money and power and ABS and more money and helicopters and AAAAABS (the Abs ohmygod, the ABS!!!) fall for plain, insecure, untalented, unremarkable, plain, shy, and plain me?? Why does it get to be that B***H whatshername?! -_-

Kidding aside, I do absolutely detest '50 Shades of Grey' not only for the worrying message it gives to its' readers, but I loathe it for automatically relegating anything I have written -way before '50 Shades' ever came to life- to automatically being perceived as derivative of said pile of crap. Derivative! OF FIFTY F*****G PILES OF S**T!!!

Yeah, call me petty, call me jealous, call me self-absorbed, call me immature, but this really, really bothers me.