Fifty Shades of Grey for Valentine’s Day…

because nothing says, “I love you”  on Valentine’s Day like roses, lobster tail, and a pair of handcuffs. 

I think by now everyone has a pretty good idea of the theme of Fifty Shades of Grey due to be in wide release this coming Saturday.  If you don’t, let me cut it down to size for you:  Insecure and naive (read stupid) girl meets a gazillionaire who likes to smack around women in order to get his sexual kicks.  Insecure and naive girl, appreciative of the attention, goes along with his predilections because apparently bad attention is better than no attention at all.

In all fairness, I haven’t read the book or the two that followed, but reading the 5 star and 1 star reviews on Amazon told me everything I needed to know.  Almost all the 5 star reviews call this amalgamation of what the 1 star reviewers call the worst writing ever, a love story.

Has our culture, or what’s left of it, become so degraded that a sick man dominating a stupid woman through violent sex is referred to as a love story and no one cries foul?

How many young people are going to see this movie and decide that, “OMG, how cool is that?  It’s the abnormal being made to seem fun, and oh so normal.

Couple that up with the constant drum beat of rape accusations on college campuses, and it doesn’t take long to see where this is headed.  I not only expect to see a surge in rape accusations, but the unintended  consequences of real people losing their lives to sadistic sex gone bad.

Surely this is not what St. Valentine envisioned.