Let’s Talk Pop Culture: Fifty Shades of Girls
You know what one of the most self-indulgent things about having a blog is? (And trust me, there are many, and I have indulged in most of them.) When you’ve had a conversation in your head for a while, and you have no idea who’d want to have that conversation with you in real life, you soon realize that you could just throw that conversation out on your blog. And then maybe you could strike up a chat with your Internet Friends. And then maybe you’d put an end to the endless stream of auto-conversation going on in your head.
Of course, one of the alternatives is that the readers on your blog could just ignore you, and then you’d be stuck having conversations with yourself on your own blog, in the public eye. But I digress. As I often do.
I realize that I’m about a year too late to the party on these Moments in Pop Culture, but here are couple of the pop culture conversations that have been going on in my head for the past few months:
I love the HBO series “Girls.” Love it. Love its terribly awkward and flawed characters, loves its downright genius storytelling (and no, I don’t use the word ‘genius’ lightly), and love how Lena Dunham tackles uncomfortable issues with unparalleled ferocity, seemingly not worried about exposing her characters’ moral repugnance in the process.
There are lots of great analyses of the show out there (and this one from Elaine Blair is one of my favorites). But one of the things I love most about “Girls” is that it portrays whiny, privileged, annoying white kids as whiny, privileged, and annoying instead of: quirky, unfathomably (but cutely) wealthy, and adorkable.
Sometimes I don’t think that viewers pick up on this fact, and this might be why so many people love to hate the show. Because we’re so used to seeing our whiny, privileged, annoying white kids…well, white-washed, you know?
What do you think? Do you love the show? Hate it? Love to hate it? Not able to care less about it?
Fifty Shades of Grey
So I finally got around to reading this after my mom (mmm hmm), my brother (MMM HMM), and my father (HOLY MMM SHIT HMM) all urged me to read it. Because it was such a great “story.” And because I’d “love” Christian Grey.
Here’s the thing. It’s an okay story. A story that has me ensnared, for sure. But it’s really just okay. And the sex stuff is fun, though it probably deeply mis-characterizes a lot of BDSM practice (or so I’ve heard). I mean, it’s gotten me interested in purchasing a fur glove (what the WHAT), so there’s that. I suppose.
The things is, as much as I think that the Christian Grey character has sweet and lovely moments, I mostly think that he’s a stalker. And not in the cutesy way that Anastasia describes him as her “stalker.” (Um, ladies? If your pet name for your boyfriend is “Stalker,” that’s what we call a red flag.) He’s creepy. He’s controlling. He’s jealous. He’s scary. And his terrible past does not make him “broken” in this cute and endearing and “oh, you’re a poor little puppy who I’m going to nourish back to health” way.
What’s more, I don’t think that people In Real Life who have serious stalker tendencies like him also have the genuinely sweet sides that he has. Christian Grey does not exist in real life. There are people who are troubled and genuinely sweet in real life. There are people who might get jealous but are still able to really love in real life. And there are people who come from terrible pasts and yet learn to love others in real life.
But creepy, jealous, controlling stalkers who are Prince Charmings with hearts of gold do not exist in real life.
And yet, here I am, ordering the next two books in the trilogy from Amazon. (And good lord, I just noticed that I ordered them with a set of sateen bed sheets, but THIS IS ONLY BECAUSE WE NEED AN EXTRA SET OF SHEETS AND I HAD A GIFT CARD TO BURN, I SWEAR.)
What did you think of “Fifty Shades of Grey”? Do you think Christian Greys exist in real life? Or did he creep you the hell out too?