Warning: this piece is
not appropriate for a Sunday morning, anyone under the age of 21...or my dad
A
very good friend asked if I had read the Fifty Shades of Grey series. Honestly, because I was now seeing it in the
middle of the grocery store aisle, I had purchased the first one, but had not
made it very far into the story.
“You
HAVE to read it. It made me absolutely
crazy,” she confessed. “I had extremely
vivid dreams all night long. I couldn’t sleep!” she gushed. She was one of about ten friends who were raving about it.
“Why would you lie wriggling in your
bed when you have a perfectly good husband lying right there beside you?” I
asked her.
“I can’t do that! He’d think I was nuts! Plus, he can’t do what Christian Grey can
do. I'd rather just dream about a kitchen pass for him.”
The one relationship where love is supposed to encourage and allow all truth and you are not going to share with him? The fantasy is always better than
reality, however, we too often let the fantasy hinder movement forward.
I apologize, but I must to do this first. In
my mind, there are two kinds of fiction, authentic and manipulative. Authentic fiction builds a moving story
around a moral and illustrates a clear theme—I would highly recommend the fabulous
examples of The Elegance of the Hedgehog
or The Poisionwood Bible. Manipulative fiction has little depth, but manipulatively
plays on the psychology of the reader—examples are any “chick lit” or romance
novel.
The story of Christian Grey and Ana
Steel is the exploitation of any teenage girl’s daydream that she is so
special and so beautiful and so desirable that she inspires the unattainable
bad boy to become husband material. Do not get me wrong, the book is being
marketed to thirty-somethings, but the author is writing to the
sixteen-year-old in all of us. The idea of being dominated releases the societal
binding of “appropriate good girl behavior” to awaken the subdued carnality in us all. The manipulative brilliance of the author in using the name Christian and making Ana a virgin invites the normally pious to read on. This
series is Beauty and the Beast, Twilight, The Thorn Birds, and Gone With the
Wind, only with graphic sex. The fact that the author made the main female
character an English major and used a thesaurus sporadically does not make it well-written.
However…women, especially tired mamas
after a long day, can have the tendency toward being slow to warm up to their
husbands. Could it be that it is not the exhaustion of the day, but the years of stifling her own desire to adhere to the wifely image that curbs her enthusiasm? Did I say that nicely? For generations, society
dictated its Victorian era view of sex onto the impressionable minds of its
teenage girls, suppressing their innate desires by making them think that sexual desire
is “bad”. What? They are all having
sex! The STD rate is skyrocketing!
True, but that has everything to do with the way we were raised and the way we are
raising our girls to think about sexual desire. The discomfort of the subject for the mamas casts it into the shadows,
allowing us and our girls to remain silent with each other about the topic. Without
understanding or knowledge, young girls in search of understanding to the
awakenings in their bodies, respond to the boys’ lead, in hopes that they know
what they are doing. Perhaps our girls would wait to experience sex in a healthier
environment if they were encouraged to be the one to lead their partner in what
is enjoyable for them. Clearly, males are not
as complex as females. Most likely, they
would appreciate the direction.
Perhaps the first step in changing the
taboo of discussing female desire is for mamas to embrace their own. As noted, I
cannot recommend the Grey books on their literary merit, but if a mama desires
certain aspects of the sexual relationship Christian Grey provides, she should
not wonder who will be cast as the character for the movie and keep her daydreams
to herself. A good place to start would
be reading enticing sections of the book aloud to her husband. After his jaw
hits the floor, it may be just the key he has been searching for all along.
I hope you are enjoying reading the Mama Bubble pieces as much as I am enjoying writing them. I am headed off to the wonderful world of minimal Internet access until August 6.