I had no intention of reading Fifty Shades of Grey, the novel by E.L. James that has sold 30 million copies in a few months and has been often tagged as “mommy porn” based on its appealed to so-called frustrated housewives.
But an ex-boyfriend incited my curiosity. According to him, no less than five of his other former girlfriends emailed him to say how much Christian Grey reminds them of him. So I read the book and came across a flat, predictable story, filled with descriptions that seem to be taken from the diary of a teenager. “He’s so alpha male,” laments Anastasia Steele. Ugh.
Yes, Mr. Grey reminds me, too, of my ex. Attractive and wealthy. Seductive, but cold. A control freak dressed up as a gentleman. Able to shower you with praise, gifts and messages for a month just to end up deciding that he’s “not ready” for a commitment…with you. The type of toxic man I have already banned from my life.