So that one movie that is based off of that erotic book is being released this weekend.
I won’t be seeing it. I won’t be reading it.
My newsfeed in every social media outlet has been hijacked by this. All I can do is shake my head and keep scrolling.
I am having a hard time putting into words the emotions that are roiling around in my head and heart.
If you know me at all, you know that is a rare thing. Words are my thing. I thrive on words. I’m a wordsmith.
But this has just rattled my cage so much that I just can’t even form a coherent thought in response.
I want to yell and scream and shake all the ladies (and maybe guys) who are obsessed and consumed by this. Not just this one story, but the whole genre.
“It is just entertainment.”
“It is just a story.”
“It is not about abuse/porn/masochism. It’s a love story.”
“I’m reading/watching it to escape memories of my own abusive relationship(s).”
It isn’t entertainment. It’s porn. It’s only R-rated to get it into the theaters.
It is more than a story. It is images that will fill your mind. It is a romanticized idea that “consensual” abuse is sexy and acceptable. It paints a sad picture of unrealistic expectations of “love.”
Tell those who have been trapped in manipulative relationships like this that it is not abuse. Because I’m sure that they have a different perspective.
Why would you escape into a story as equally scary as your own real life story?
[blank concerned stare]
Please, spare me any lectures, telling me that I just don’t understand. Or telling me that I am weak-minded. Or telling me that I’m a prude. While those statements are incredibly hurtful, I have to speak up.
This weekend thousands of women are going to be rushing to the theaters to watch this…
Billions of dollars will be culled from this production. I get sick to my stomach just thinking about that.
When did this become the new normal? When did modesty or purity or respect become laughable and disposable?
Why can’t anyone see what this is doing to their hearts and minds?
It is slowing killing you on the inside. Desensitizing you.
You are one step away from subscribing to full on pornography.
Would you let a little girl of tender years read or watch something like this?
The little girl who still resides somewhere in your subconscious is hiding her eyes and covering her ears. Because mine is.
My heart aches.
I don’t feel as though anyone understands what I’m feeling right now.
Or what I’m saying.
I’m crying on the inside.
Can’t you hear?