Before starting this post I pulled up google because I wasn’t sure if Grey was spelled Gray or Grey. I only got as far as “50” when the complete title, 50 Shades of Grey was the first result that auto-filled, followed by 50 Most Popular Women, and 50 States… I assume google searches populate by popular searches which tells me this book and movie are getting more attention than I thought.
I’ve avoided talking about this book. I’ve avoided it, somewhat for the same reasons I don’t bring up politics on my blog or on facebook. Facebook, for me is a place for fun, mostly shallow communication with friends near and far. And my blog is mostly about family. More and more, I’m finding sadly, that politics, or rather, which side of politics you stand on, can cost you your friendships. I’ll vote my convictions but I don’t feel the need to push my convictions on my friends.
Back to 50 Shades…
I am a prolific reader. I am always (ALWAYS) in a book. I love all kinds of literature, classics, fiction, non-fiction, inspirational, thrillers…I struggle with sci-fi, but a few I’ve read have been classified as such (The Hunger Games), and I guess I manage. My interest in World War II was piqued in the third grade (I’ll save the reason for my obsession for another blog post) and I read everything I can get my hands on having to do with the Holocaust. The stories of valor, courage, endurance, redemption and reconciliation inspire and intrigue me. I admit that within these stories, and to get to all the good parts, I’ve had to wade through many disturbing facts and details, revolting things that people have done to other people, and many of these events, I sometimes wish I didn’t know. Some of the grotesque acts that I’ve read…well, I’ve regretted reading. But, at least, at the VERY least, the violence and atrocities are part of the bigger story, parts of the stories that lead us to examples of incredible bravery and acts of courage.
From what I know about 50 Shades of Grey, (a book I hesitate to draw even more attention to, hesitate to pique anyone’s interest to the point of wanting to read it), I know beyond a doubt that I would regret the images I could never get out of my mind. I would wish I hadn’t known. Not only that, but the acts played out in the pages do not even lead to a greater story, where men and women show incredible bravery and show us examples of being created in God’s image.
The pastor at the church we went to this morning (yet another blog post, stay tuned), talked about a land fill in Spokane that after 50 years of accumulating trash has become a waste land, not good for anything, not homes, not a golf course; it can never be used for anything but a garbage dump, rotting and leeching into the ground below and above, because garbage is always going to be garbage. He talked about how garbage doesn’t go away like the flu or a cold. It has to be removed. And even then, it is still garbage. We can take our trash out to the curb for the sanitation truck to pick up, but it will still be garbage. And it will be garbage still, when it is dumped into a landfill.
Having already read many books with ‘scenes’ of atrocious violence I wish I could remove from my mind, it was not even a decision I had to weigh, knowing I would not ever read the 50 Shades books (apparently there are more than one), nor will I watch the movie. Please know, though I say this with conviction, it does not come from a place of self-righteousness or judgement. I have seen and read and done things that I deeply regret, and if I could take that trash and remove it from my brain I would. For this reason alone I will not willingly add to the garbage pile.
I can’t control who wins the upcoming elections, and I can’t control any of the evils going on out there in the world around me, but I can control what I choose to put into my mind.
…whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.
I guess I’ve said all that to say, I won’t be reading 50 Shades of Grey because I know I’ll regret it.