50 Shades of WTF?

There ain’t nothing I can do
Or nothing I can say
That folks don’t criticize me
But I’m going to do
Just as I want to anyway
And don’t care just what people say

If I should take a notion
To jump into the ocean
Ain’t nobody’s business if I do
Billie Holiday

What do you do when you wake up in the morning and get the feeling that the whole world went kooky while you slept? Then after a cup of coffee or three you start to wonder if maybe it’s you who has gone kooky. Interesting perspective to dwell on in the morning.

I am  starting to wonder if this stuff just a normal part of the aging or maturity process. Or is it a gradually feeling of caring less and less about what people think about you? What would happen if I decided to take a stroll down Main Street down wearing nothing but a hoola skirt and a lampshade on my head while alternating puffs from a hookah and blowing a trombone. Is it really anybody’s business if I do? I’m not hurting anyone? Would government intervention be required to convince me of the error of my ways? Would I be committed to a psychiatric facility to evaluate my level of sanity?

Things that would have been unthinkable in my younger days are considered normal now. Many of the shows on prime time TV are 1 tiny bed sheet away from hardcore sex. And that’s what our kids are watching. And things that were overlooked in the 60’s, like smoking a little hooch on a Sunday afternoon in the park, are now serious crimes.  Is it all backwards now, or is it just the changing times?

When I went to Chicago last month I spent some time sitting on the floor people watching. My luggage was delayed and I was tired of standing up. I noticed something that struck me a little odd at the time and then it percolated until it finally came to the surface. There was a group of soccer moms and teenage girls waiting for their luggage also. They were all dressed in soccer gear including shorts so short that if one of them sneezed their shorts would have taken off across the terminal like a slingshot. When did Moms stop worrying about their young girls wearing clothing like that? Soccer boys don’t wear itty bitty shorts, and the last time I checked there isn’t a soccer field in the terminal anyway.

Sitting beside me was one of the soccer girls reading a book. Ah reading, an actual book, instead of messing with a phone. I got all warm and fuzzy until I saw the cover of the book. She was reading 50 shades of Grey. If you’re not familiar with the book, it’s a “soft porn” book with a major bondage and S & M component written for “young adults.” Fox News had a little blurb about this series. It’s a best seller and they called it “Mommy Porn.”

I’m all for freedoms of most kinds including freedom of speech and all that jazz, but seeing a 15-year-old girl sitting in public in micro shorts reading a porn book just struck me as just all wrong. A young girl has not been around the block more than a few times and has no way of understanding how many dark alleys and cul de sacs she might find along the way. Is it just me or is this just weird?

15 responses

  1. you are right on the mark, girl!

  2. It don’t seem right to me. And if I was to look, I’d be a dirty ol’ man.

    1. Yep you would be accused of that. And the mothers would all indignant. What’s wrong with this picture?

  3. Cracking this book in the Chicago train station…wow?!!.The only worst place she could choose to read this would be where?The Greyhound station next to the men’s room?In defense of the girl the moms and the coach…maybe they didn’t know it’s smut?

    1. Actually I was in the airport. I can only hope the mom didn’t know what it was. But who knows? Maybe the Mom passed it on when she was done with it. 😦

  4. Its definitely weird! She needs an adult – to smack her upside the head!

    1. Her mom was standing there right with her. That mad it seem all the weirder.

  5. No way I’d let a 15-year-old read the 50 Shades books–not just because they’re not age-appropriate but because the writing is so god awful.

    1. LOL true, I read the books. It was sort of like see Jane, run, run, run. Except it was see Jane *&%**^ in 50 different ways. I make it a point to read a book before I bash it. I do have scruples ya know 🙂

  6. It’s not just you. I remember having very similar ideas about my peers when I was a teenager in the 80s. A mid-drift and short shorts in middle school… really? And I know it has only gotten worse since then.

    I am of two minds. 1) Hurray! We (Americans) are finally living a little and losing our oppressive puritanical attitudes about sex and everything! 2) Is that appropriate for a kid that age? That can’t be. MY (future) kids are never going to wear/read/say/do/get away with THAT!

    On the herbal remedy front: This ad is playing in Washington State right now. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xja72pL-ZEM

    1. I’m glad you’re giving some thought about your (future) kids and what values you will stand for 🙂

      As for the herb ad. I find it ironic that they are using the “let’s regulate it and tax it” so the gangs don’t get all the money line of malarky. If the powers that be had not declared war on herbs it wouldn’t be lucrative enough for gangs to make money on it in the first place. ***sigh*** Prohibition didn’t work. And it’s still not working.

  7. “Is it just me or is this just weird?”

    It is probably a little bit of both. lol I do agree and just shake my head.
    I am glad my children are all grown and I don’t have to raise any more of them.

    I do like that song though. I am thinking about featuring it on my blog someday. 🙂

    1. Really you don’t have to raise them? What’s your secret? I haven’t managed to convey to my 39 year old daughter that she’s on her own now 😛

      1. You mean I really did so something right as a mother? I’m not a failure because they don’t want to come around? lol

        Phone rings …….. oh oh ………. trouble

      2. LOL I think “oh God, now what?” every time my phone rings.

What do you think?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: